Messymascot's faith in humanity and ginger safe haven

[kev]

Good morning. Well where do I start? How about at the beginning. Picked Mr F up as arranged and went for our tea. We had been recommended a new place to try so we went. There was us in there and a Mum and a child. We approached the bar "Two carverys?" said the woman and before I had the chance to process the question she had rang them up and ushered us to a seat. Now, I like a roast dinner - home cooked, can't beat it. A carvery is probably my last option when I'm out for a meal. It was alright. Then Mr F scored the first of many own goals that night. He did not want a dessert!! What the actual.... Having consumed a mere 123 calories all day prior to going out I was not happy. I didn't want to eat on my own and look like a greedy pig I said "oh OK" and we left. Got to the Metro station. (about 20 minutes drive) Got on train going to St James's Park. Two stops in Mr F says "I need to get off, I'm bursting for a wee" The one pint of lager had worked its magic and he couldn't wait. We got off at Gateshead, couldn't find a loo, he found a dark corner of a car park. Got back on train. The wrong train. It did say "St James via the coast" Via the coast we discovered meant a 52 minute round trip to Whitley Bay and back to Newcastle. We got off at Jesmond and got another Metro back into Newcastle and walked to the ground.

Mr F then managed to get stuck in the turnstile. Don't ask I have no idea, I had already successfully negotiated the turnstile and only discovered this fact when the disabled gates opened and he came through. Honestly, it's like being out with a 4 year old! We took our seats, the wrong seats. We were a tier lower than we should have been, amongst all the flag waving hard core Geordies. Two bemused season ticket holders very politely booted us out of their seats about 5 minutes before kick off. Found our right seats which was immediately below where the Everton fans were. Oh My Goodness. So much hostility. Sitting in front of us was a Dad and his approximately 10 year old daughter. She had the face of an angel. She spent almost the entire match facing away from the pitch, giving V signs to the Everton fans and simultaneously shouting "w*nk*rs" at them. Dad seemed very proud and bought her curry and chips at half time. In my calorie deficient, no pudding, state I wondered if I tossed a few expletives out would he do the same for me.

And then there was the match. Same old same old I'm afraid although to be fair the two first half injuries absolutely scuppered us. Once Mina went off St Maximin ran riot, we had no answer to him. Through gritted teeth I have to say he is a class apart - far too good for them. Any tactical plans Frank had were probably ruined as well and, on a personal note, no chance to see Dom in action. We cannot defend set pieces at all, that needs huge improvement. Shelvey should have gone off ( not that the home fans agreed) Losing Gray took away a lot of our pace and Gomes wasn't at his best. Pickford survived a torrent of abuse for 90 minutes. Any positives? Gordon had a good game again, Richarlison never stops, he runs his socks off for 90 minutes. DVB and Dele Alli showed flashes of what they can do but it was very obvious that they have not played very much recently. Frank looked furious at the end, scowling in the corner of his technical area.

The bloke sitting on the other side of me attempted to hug me when the third goal went in. I resisted the urge to punch him. And then it was the end. I was so disappointed and have vowed that I am no longer spending money on Everton. Well, until the next time. lol We made our way out of the ground, back to the Metro and home without any dramas.....or McDonalds!

Sounds like an eventful outing lol

 

[jazzy]

Good morning. Well where do I start? How about at the beginning. Picked Mr F up as arranged and went for our tea. We had been recommended a new place to try so we went. There was us in there and a Mum and a child. We approached the bar "Two carverys?" said the woman and before I had the chance to process the question she had rang them up and ushered us to a seat. Now, I like a roast dinner - home cooked, can't beat it. A carvery is probably my last option when I'm out for a meal. It was alright. Then Mr F scored the first of many own goals that night. He did not want a dessert!! What the actual.... Having consumed a mere 123 calories all day prior to going out I was not happy. I didn't want to eat on my own and look like a greedy pig I said "oh OK" and we left. Got to the Metro station. (about 20 minutes drive) Got on train going to St James's Park. Two stops in Mr F says "I need to get off, I'm bursting for a wee" The one pint of lager had worked its magic and he couldn't wait. We got off at Gateshead, couldn't find a loo, he found a dark corner of a car park. Got back on train. The wrong train. It did say "St James via the coast" Via the coast we discovered meant a 52 minute round trip to Whitley Bay and back to Newcastle. We got off at Jesmond and got another Metro back into Newcastle and walked to the ground.

Mr F then managed to get stuck in the turnstile. Don't ask I have no idea, I had already successfully negotiated the turnstile and only discovered this fact when the disabled gates opened and he came through. Honestly, it's like being out with a 4 year old! We took our seats, the wrong seats. We were a tier lower than we should have been, amongst all the flag waving hard core Geordies. Two bemused season ticket holders very politely booted us out of their seats about 5 minutes before kick off. Found our right seats which was immediately below where the Everton fans were. Oh My Goodness. So much hostility. Sitting in front of us was a Dad and his approximately 10 year old daughter. She had the face of an angel. She spent almost the entire match facing away from the pitch, giving V signs to the Everton fans and simultaneously shouting "w*nk*rs" at them. Dad seemed very proud and bought her curry and chips at half time. In my calorie deficient, no pudding, state I wondered if I tossed a few expletives out would he do the same for me.

And then there was the match. Same old same old I'm afraid although to be fair the two first half injuries absolutely scuppered us. Once Mina went off St Maximin ran riot, we had no answer to him. Through gritted teeth I have to say he is a class apart - far too good for them. Any tactical plans Frank had were probably ruined as well and, on a personal note, no chance to see Dom in action. We cannot defend set pieces at all, that needs huge improvement. Shelvey should have gone off ( not that the home fans agreed) Losing Gray took away a lot of our pace and Gomes wasn't at his best. Pickford survived a torrent of abuse for 90 minutes. Any positives? Gordon had a good game again, Richarlison never stops, he runs his socks off for 90 minutes. DVB and Dele Alli showed flashes of what they can do but it was very obvious that they have not played very much recently. Frank looked furious at the end, scowling in the corner of his technical area.

The bloke sitting on the other side of me attempted to hug me when the third goal went in. I resisted the urge to punch him. And then it was the end. I was so disappointed and have vowed that I am no longer spending money on Everton. Well, until the next time. lol We made our way out of the ground, back to the Metro and home without any dramas.....or McDonalds!

Superb report anj , made my day

 

[Barnfred 55]

Mash with that?

Good you are feeling better Fred and how could you not looking forward to that fine dining ?

I actually put potatoes in the stew. It's actually Cal's take on scouse, but because she put red wine in it she liked to call it beef in red wine, cos it sounds posher. i do however like to cook the potatoes to buggery so they end up like mash anyway lol

It's really delicious. I put the recipe in Sassy's thread a few months ago if you fancy trying it.

 

[Barnfred 55]

Any word on @Sassy Colombian?

I had a PM from another poster saying she's just taking a bit of a break from the forum but will be back soon. I assume he'd exchanged messages with her.

 

[Barnfred 55]

Good morning. Well where do I start? How about at the beginning. Picked Mr F up as arranged and went for our tea. We had been recommended a new place to try so we went. There was us in there and a Mum and a child. We approached the bar "Two carverys?" said the woman and before I had the chance to process the question she had rang them up and ushered us to a seat. Now, I like a roast dinner - home cooked, can't beat it. A carvery is probably my last option when I'm out for a meal. It was alright. Then Mr F scored the first of many own goals that night. He did not want a dessert!! What the actual.... Having consumed a mere 123 calories all day prior to going out I was not happy. I didn't want to eat on my own and look like a greedy pig I said "oh OK" and we left. Got to the Metro station. (about 20 minutes drive) Got on train going to St James's Park. Two stops in Mr F says "I need to get off, I'm bursting for a wee" The one pint of lager had worked its magic and he couldn't wait. We got off at Gateshead, couldn't find a loo, he found a dark corner of a car park. Got back on train. The wrong train. It did say "St James via the coast" Via the coast we discovered meant a 52 minute round trip to Whitley Bay and back to Newcastle. We got off at Jesmond and got another Metro back into Newcastle and walked to the ground.

Mr F then managed to get stuck in the turnstile. Don't ask I have no idea, I had already successfully negotiated the turnstile and only discovered this fact when the disabled gates opened and he came through. Honestly, it's like being out with a 4 year old! We took our seats, the wrong seats. We were a tier lower than we should have been, amongst all the flag waving hard core Geordies. Two bemused season ticket holders very politely booted us out of their seats about 5 minutes before kick off. Found our right seats which was immediately below where the Everton fans were. Oh My Goodness. So much hostility. Sitting in front of us was a Dad and his approximately 10 year old daughter. She had the face of an angel. She spent almost the entire match facing away from the pitch, giving V signs to the Everton fans and simultaneously shouting "w*nk*rs" at them. Dad seemed very proud and bought her curry and chips at half time. In my calorie deficient, no pudding, state I wondered if I tossed a few expletives out would he do the same for me.

And then there was the match. Same old same old I'm afraid although to be fair the two first half injuries absolutely scuppered us. Once Mina went off St Maximin ran riot, we had no answer to him. Through gritted teeth I have to say he is a class apart - far too good for them. Any tactical plans Frank had were probably ruined as well and, on a personal note, no chance to see Dom in action. We cannot defend set pieces at all, that needs huge improvement. Shelvey should have gone off ( not that the home fans agreed) Losing Gray took away a lot of our pace and Gomes wasn't at his best. Pickford survived a torrent of abuse for 90 minutes. Any positives? Gordon had a good game again, Richarlison never stops, he runs his socks off for 90 minutes. DVB and Dele Alli showed flashes of what they can do but it was very obvious that they have not played very much recently. Frank looked furious at the end, scowling in the corner of his technical area.

The bloke sitting on the other side of me attempted to hug me when the third goal went in. I resisted the urge to punch him. And then it was the end. I was so disappointed and have vowed that I am no longer spending money on Everton. Well, until the next time. lol We made our way out of the ground, back to the Metro and home without any dramas.....or McDonalds!

I do hope Mr F received his breakfast over his head this morning Anj.

 

[anjelikaferrett]

I forgot to mention that when we got to the ground, I asked Mr F to hold my handbag while I went to the ladies. Some of us can wait. He agreed to do so. When I came out I said "do you need to go?" ( it is like having a toddler!) "No" He said "I went while you were in there" He took my Calvin Klein handbag to the male bogs at a football ground! I am trying not to think about where he put it while he was doing what he had to do. ? ?

 

[Armaghtoffee]

I actually put potatoes in the stew. It's actually Cal's take on scouse, but because she put red wine in it she liked to call it beef in red wine, cos it sounds posher. i do however like to cook the potatoes to buggery so they end up like mash anyway lol

It's really delicious. I put the recipe in Sassy's thread a few months ago if you fancy trying it.

I will hunt that out and try it.

I made stew yesterday as it happens and while time consuming to do it, that’s two nights tea sorted in one pot.

 

[Armaghtoffee]

I had a PM from another poster saying she's just taking a bit of a break from the forum but will be back soon. I assume he'd exchanged messages with her.

Fair enough, I’m sure she will be back when she’s ready.

 

[Barnfred 55]

I will hunt that out and try it.

I made stew yesterday as it happens and while time consuming to do it, that’s two nights tea sorted in one pot.

I'm just off out to the local shop to pick up some fresh tomatoes. I only have the little cherry tomatoes in the fridge. I like to use fresh one's in the stew rather than tinned, and I also put them in the lamb curry I'll be cooking next week. The Beef in red wine will do 3 meals, so I'll freeze one portion. As you say, 3 night tea in 1 pot, and it tastes nicer the next day too.

Anyway the reason i'm telling you all this is I had to get some proper clothes on to walk down to the village shop. I was just about to put on my jeans when I thought, Hang on, I've lost nearly 2 stone, why don't I try on a pair of old pants that don't fit me anymore. Anyway, I tried on a pair of pale green jeans that I used to love but had to stop wearing about 2 years ago because I felt like a sausage in them. Well they fit like a glove and I'm really chuffed with myself. I'm going to try other clothes on tomorrow.

 

[Armaghtoffee]

I'm just off out to the local shop to pick up some fresh tomatoes. I only have the little cherry tomatoes in the fridge. I like to use fresh one's in the stew rather than tinned, and I also put them in the lamb curry I'll be cooking next week. The Beef in red wine will do 3 meals, so I'll freeze one portion. As you say, 3 night tea in 1 pot, and it tastes nicer the next day too.

Anyway the reason i'm telling you all this is I had to get some proper clothes on to walk down to the village shop. I was just about to put on my jeans when I thought, Hang on, I've lost nearly 2 stone, why don't I try on a pair of old pants that don't fit me anymore. Anyway, I tried on a pair of pale green jeans that I used to love but had to stop wearing about 2 years ago because I felt like a sausage in them. Well they fit like a glove and I'm really chuffed with myself. I'm going to try other clothes on tomorrow.

Good on you Fred! Nothing like that feeling of being confident in your clothes. As Blue Bill would say ‘In many ways pale green jeans, welcome home’?

 

[anjelikaferrett]

I'm just off out to the local shop to pick up some fresh tomatoes. I only have the little cherry tomatoes in the fridge. I like to use fresh one's in the stew rather than tinned, and I also put them in the lamb curry I'll be cooking next week. The Beef in red wine will do 3 meals, so I'll freeze one portion. As you say, 3 night tea in 1 pot, and it tastes nicer the next day too.

Anyway the reason i'm telling you all this is I had to get some proper clothes on to walk down to the village shop. I was just about to put on my jeans when I thought, Hang on, I've lost nearly 2 stone, why don't I try on a pair of old pants that don't fit me anymore. Anyway, I tried on a pair of pale green jeans that I used to love but had to stop wearing about 2 years ago because I felt like a sausage in them. Well they fit like a glove and I'm really chuffed with myself. I'm going to try other clothes on tomorrow.

Nice one!

 

[Jimishorts]

Good morning. Well where do I start? How about at the beginning. Picked Mr F up as arranged and went for our tea. We had been recommended a new place to try so we went. There was us in there and a Mum and a child. We approached the bar "Two carverys?" said the woman and before I had the chance to process the question she had rang them up and ushered us to a seat. Now, I like a roast dinner - home cooked, can't beat it. A carvery is probably my last option when I'm out for a meal. It was alright. Then Mr F scored the first of many own goals that night. He did not want a dessert!! What the actual.... Having consumed a mere 123 calories all day prior to going out I was not happy. I didn't want to eat on my own and look like a greedy pig I said "oh OK" and we left. Got to the Metro station. (about 20 minutes drive) Got on train going to St James's Park. Two stops in Mr F says "I need to get off, I'm bursting for a wee" The one pint of lager had worked its magic and he couldn't wait. We got off at Gateshead, couldn't find a loo, he found a dark corner of a car park. Got back on train. The wrong train. It did say "St James via the coast" Via the coast we discovered meant a 52 minute round trip to Whitley Bay and back to Newcastle. We got off at Jesmond and got another Metro back into Newcastle and walked to the ground.

Mr F then managed to get stuck in the turnstile. Don't ask I have no idea, I had already successfully negotiated the turnstile and only discovered this fact when the disabled gates opened and he came through. Honestly, it's like being out with a 4 year old! We took our seats, the wrong seats. We were a tier lower than we should have been, amongst all the flag waving hard core Geordies. Two bemused season ticket holders very politely booted us out of their seats about 5 minutes before kick off. Found our right seats which was immediately below where the Everton fans were. Oh My Goodness. So much hostility. Sitting in front of us was a Dad and his approximately 10 year old daughter. She had the face of an angel. She spent almost the entire match facing away from the pitch, giving V signs to the Everton fans and simultaneously shouting "w*nk*rs" at them. Dad seemed very proud and bought her curry and chips at half time. In my calorie deficient, no pudding, state I wondered if I tossed a few expletives out would he do the same for me.

And then there was the match. Same old same old I'm afraid although to be fair the two first half injuries absolutely scuppered us. Once Mina went off St Maximin ran riot, we had no answer to him. Through gritted teeth I have to say he is a class apart - far too good for them. Any tactical plans Frank had were probably ruined as well and, on a personal note, no chance to see Dom in action. We cannot defend set pieces at all, that needs huge improvement. Shelvey should have gone off ( not that the home fans agreed) Losing Gray took away a lot of our pace and Gomes wasn't at his best. Pickford survived a torrent of abuse for 90 minutes. Any positives? Gordon had a good game again, Richarlison never stops, he runs his socks off for 90 minutes. DVB and Dele Alli showed flashes of what they can do but it was very obvious that they have not played very much recently. Frank looked furious at the end, scowling in the corner of his technical area.

The bloke sitting on the other side of me attempted to hug me when the third goal went in. I resisted the urge to punch him. And then it was the end. I was so disappointed and have vowed that I am no longer spending money on Everton. Well, until the next time. lol We made our way out of the ground, back to the Metro and home without any dramas.....or McDonalds!

That post was far more entertaining than the actual match.

 

[Barnfred 55]

I forgot to mention that when we got to the ground, I asked Mr F to hold my handbag while I went to the ladies. Some of us can wait. He agreed to do so. When I came out I said "do you need to go?" ( it is like having a toddler!) "No" He said "I went while you were in there" He took my Calvin Klein handbag to the male bogs at a football ground! I am trying not to think about where he put it while he was doing what he had to do. ? ?

He would have had it balanced under one arm whilst using the other to direct the spray. I'm more interested in what the guy standing next to him was thinking.?

 

[anjelikaferrett]

He would have had it balanced under one arm whilst using the other to direct the spray. I'm more interested in what the guy standing next to him was thinking.?

Apparently somebody did say "nice handbag"

 

[Jimishorts]

Apparently somebody did say "nice handbag"

At least he didn’t leave it behind.