I drive the lads to Fingles and somehow get chatting to Christine, a hotel receptionist from Witney who is stunning. I buy her a pernod and lemonade and we chat forn ages until she goes to the ladies and I assume that's the last I've seen of her but when In the slowies come on she comes and finds me!!
Each record she says she likes more than the last and we clench a little tighter and I'm just thinking, wow, she is fantastic. Eventually I try to snog her but she tilts her head away and smiles and brushes my spine by way of consolation. I know tonight is the last I'll ever see of Christine but she makes my evening.
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After narrowly blosing 3-2 to the Labour Club I lose my car keys and Johnny G has to dismantle the steering coloumn and hot wire the car. I'm a bit embarrassed when the keys turn up in my back pocket.
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Jess is getting married but I can't find the tyraditional stainless steel gravy boat so he'll have to make do with a milk jug.
With wedding in the air Dave says the marriage license should be renewable every year like a car license. John comments that Dave's would have a few endorsements on it by now.
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If a bit of work is tricky or takes a long time we call it Grot. The worst crime one can committ is putting back a piece of grot but someone has done this.
Fingers of guilt are being pointed in all directions. Karen B accuses me, Gail accuses Mand and Mand tells Gail she hates her. I refuse to accuse anyone as it is wrong to blame someone without solid proof, (though I know it was Karen B.)
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Johnny G cons us into buying tickets for Brightwell Cricket Club disco at the Kingfisher where the DJ plays crap like the Shadows and Quo. So we get pissed.
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Laz recommends Brightwell Red Lion as there is meant to be a decent scrap tonight. About twenty weedy lads from East Hagbourne turn up, have a look around and go.
We move on to Harwell and have a couple in the Kicking Donkey and then to the Crispin. In the Crispin we discover the twenty weedy lads from East bHagbourne who recognise us from the Red Lion and now don't look so weedy. We have a quick drink and leg it.
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I have the day off to watch the snooker. Cliff Thorburn is burying some Australian nobody when I'm told the snooker is to be replaced by coverage of the emergency commons debate on the American invasion of Grenada. What is there to debate? It's already happend.
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I have the esteemed honour of playing in goal for Wally Utd reserves and I let in five. They are delighted as the regular keeper usually lets in eleven.
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We beat Halbury Park 3-2 with Johnny Simmo getting two and Perce one.
Laz is subbed at half time and volunteers to ref the second half. He goes for his half time shit so we start the second half without him and when he orders a re-start we all ignore him.
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