Luckily I only have a couple of bruises and a dented ego but let me tell you this, go hug your loved ones and tell them how much they mean to you as you never know when that last conversation with them will be.
Fuck Bill Shankly in his grave, life is way more important than anything, especially a group of spoilt brats kicking around a lump of plastic rubbing their wealth in our faces.
Love you all and if you can, stay sweet, stay real and stay alive. For dreams are real and life is precious.
Fucking hell, thank christ you are ok and managed to walk away with no more than bruises. Puts things into perspective really, when you think about it. All the best, and go safe.
Oh heck, yes, what a crass phrase to have used. Apologies to Mr Oz, I meant no inference.
So this is where you all went? It’s like chatting at a party and one of you goes to the bar and you assume they are getting the drinks in. Then they don’t come back. I’d heard rumours Pap had been shown a red card, no-one knew why. Now I see the old chat group, Bucks_Saint, Scotty and a few we tried to ignore are all over here. There was a lady, what was her name? Used to talk about meeting up in London. Memories eh.
I’m still smarting for that snide, pure vendetta, some of the whoppers on here are a bit like that to a lesser degree, they feign their love and wit on my entries via going all holier than thou and being all obtuse.
