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Pat's Van said:
On the coach again and we’re getting nearer. I’m excited now. I was worried a bit at first because of my run in with the racists the other day, but this time I’m prepared. I’m wearing an old A-Team t-shirt on which Mr T is quite prominent and looking very surly, there’ll be no prejudice now, not on his watch haha crazy fools.

My bird is listening to her tunes on her ipod. She’s got a weird habit of doing this every time I turn to talk to her.
My mind drifts off to Everton teams of the past. I think about what it must have been like to play at the old Wembley in a cup final. I see myself stepping up to take a penalty against the RS. “Mick-Mick-Mick” the crowd are chanting in unison, “Mick-Mick-Mick”. I stare at the keeper, he stares back, then gradually, slowly at first, he morphs into a giant jammie dodger.
“Mick-Mick-Mick” the crowd chants. I run up and f**king tw*t that ball as hard as I can and it soars through the air and hits the goalie right slap bang in the middle of his strawberry jam centre. He explodes into fireworks and a shower of toffees rains down on the stadium. Unbelievable stuff.

My teammates surround me “Mick-Mick-Mick” they are saying, and one of them is jabbing me hard in the ribs. I wake up suddenly to my bird poking me in the ribs, “Mick, Mick, Mick, do you want a go of this spliff?” she asks. There is a thick cloud of ganja smoke surrounding us. “No thanks” I reply, and I suddenly have a very weird craving for jammie dodgers and some toffees.

I make my way up to the driver and demand he stop at the next services so I can buy some sweets. He gives me some lame excuse about not stopping again before we get to London. I have to use all my powers of persuasion to convince him and at the same time let him catch a little bit of my Mr-T-shirt just so he knows I mean business. He relents, and stops, I’m the only one hungry though so I get off the coach alone. I see a hard shoulder and nothing more. When I turn around to ask the driver where the services are, the doors close, and the bus drives off.

“London 34 miles” a sign says. I start to walk. The A-team theme tune fills my head.
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Genius
 
Pat's Van said:
On the coach again and we’re getting nearer. I’m excited now. I was worried a bit at first because of my run in with the racists the other day, but this time I’m prepared. I’m wearing an old A-Team t-shirt on which Mr T is quite prominent and looking very surly, there’ll be no prejudice now, not on his watch haha crazy fools.

My bird is listening to her tunes on her ipod. She’s got a weird habit of doing this every time I turn to talk to her.
My mind drifts off to Everton teams of the past. I think about what it must have been like to play at the old Wembley in a cup final. I see myself stepping up to take a penalty against the RS. “Mick-Mick-Mick” the crowd are chanting in unison, “Mick-Mick-Mick”. I stare at the keeper, he stares back, then gradually, slowly at first, he morphs into a giant jammie dodger.
“Mick-Mick-Mick” the crowd chants. I run up and f**king tw*t that ball as hard as I can and it soars through the air and hits the goalie right slap bang in the middle of his strawberry jam centre. He explodes into fireworks and a shower of toffees rains down on the stadium. Unbelievable stuff.

My teammates surround me “Mick-Mick-Mick” they are saying, and one of them is jabbing me hard in the ribs. I wake up suddenly to my bird poking me in the ribs, “Mick, Mick, Mick, do you want a go of this spliff?” she asks. There is a thick cloud of ganja smoke surrounding us. “No thanks” I reply, and I suddenly have a very weird craving for jammie dodgers and some toffees.

I make my way up to the driver and demand he stop at the next services so I can buy some sweets. He gives me some lame excuse about not stopping again before we get to London. I have to use all my powers of persuasion to convince him and at the same time let him catch a little bit of my Mr-T-shirt just so he knows I mean business. He relents, and stops, I’m the only one hungry though so I get off the coach alone. I see a hard shoulder and nothing more. When I turn around to ask the driver where the services are, the doors close, and the bus drives off.

“London 34 miles” a sign says. I start to walk. The A-team theme tune fills my head.
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The driver loves it when a plan comes together.
 
Pat's Van said:
On the coach again and we’re getting nearer. I’m excited now. I was worried a bit at first because of my run in with the racists the other day, but this time I’m prepared. I’m wearing an old A-Team t-shirt on which Mr T is quite prominent and looking very surly, there’ll be no prejudice now, not on his watch haha crazy fools.

My bird is listening to her tunes on her ipod. She’s got a weird habit of doing this every time I turn to talk to her.
My mind drifts off to Everton teams of the past. I think about what it must have been like to play at the old Wembley in a cup final. I see myself stepping up to take a penalty against the RS. “Mick-Mick-Mick” the crowd are chanting in unison, “Mick-Mick-Mick”. I stare at the keeper, he stares back, then gradually, slowly at first, he morphs into a giant jammie dodger.
“Mick-Mick-Mick” the crowd chants. I run up and f**king tw*t that ball as hard as I can and it soars through the air and hits the goalie right slap bang in the middle of his strawberry jam centre. He explodes into fireworks and a shower of toffees rains down on the stadium. Unbelievable stuff.

My teammates surround me “Mick-Mick-Mick” they are saying, and one of them is jabbing me hard in the ribs. I wake up suddenly to my bird poking me in the ribs, “Mick, Mick, Mick, do you want a go of this spliff?” she asks. There is a thick cloud of ganja smoke surrounding us. “No thanks” I reply, and I suddenly have a very weird craving for jammie dodgers and some toffees.

I make my way up to the driver and demand he stop at the next services so I can buy some sweets. He gives me some lame excuse about not stopping again before we get to London. I have to use all my powers of persuasion to convince him and at the same time let him catch a little bit of my Mr-T-shirt just so he knows I mean business. He relents, and stops, I’m the only one hungry though so I get off the coach alone. I see a hard shoulder and nothing more. When I turn around to ask the driver where the services are, the doors close, and the bus drives off.

“London 34 miles” a sign says. I start to walk. The A-team theme tune fills my head.
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Well worth the read Pat thanks!
 

Pat's Van said:
On the coach again and we’re getting nearer. I’m excited now. I was worried a bit at first because of my run in with the racists the other day, but this time I’m prepared. I’m wearing an old A-Team t-shirt on which Mr T is quite prominent and looking very surly, there’ll be no prejudice now, not on his watch haha crazy fools.

My bird is listening to her tunes on her ipod. She’s got a weird habit of doing this every time I turn to talk to her.
My mind drifts off to Everton teams of the past. I think about what it must have been like to play at the old Wembley in a cup final. I see myself stepping up to take a penalty against the RS. “Mick-Mick-Mick” the crowd are chanting in unison, “Mick-Mick-Mick”. I stare at the keeper, he stares back, then gradually, slowly at first, he morphs into a giant jammie dodger.
“Mick-Mick-Mick” the crowd chants. I run up and f**king tw*t that ball as hard as I can and it soars through the air and hits the goalie right slap bang in the middle of his strawberry jam centre. He explodes into fireworks and a shower of toffees rains down on the stadium. Unbelievable stuff.

My teammates surround me “Mick-Mick-Mick” they are saying, and one of them is jabbing me hard in the ribs. I wake up suddenly to my bird poking me in the ribs, “Mick, Mick, Mick, do you want a go of this spliff?” she asks. There is a thick cloud of ganja smoke surrounding us. “No thanks” I reply, and I suddenly have a very weird craving for jammie dodgers and some toffees.

I make my way up to the driver and demand he stop at the next services so I can buy some sweets. He gives me some lame excuse about not stopping again before we get to London. I have to use all my powers of persuasion to convince him and at the same time let him catch a little bit of my Mr-T-shirt just so he knows I mean business. He relents, and stops, I’m the only one hungry though so I get off the coach alone. I see a hard shoulder and nothing more. When I turn around to ask the driver where the services are, the doors close, and the bus drives off.

“London 34 miles” a sign says. I start to walk. The A-team theme tune fills my head.
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Just brilliant....I can't get that tune out of my head now...........
 
Pat! Pat! Pat!

Boss read.

Just gonna clear a few things up, didn't drink on Saturday but thought I'd have a few today. The 15 aren't all mine they are being shared.

Bungle, no wind up mate, I'm currently on the M6 past Stoke. If we get there early enough we will
Stop off at a pub but I don't know which one, its up to the coach crew where we go. I will
Definitely be there at half time, I just hope you don't stand me up.
 
MickM86 said:
Pat! Pat! Pat!

Boss read.

Just gonna clear a few things up, didn't drink on Saturday but thought I'd have a few today. The 15 aren't all mine they are being shared.

Bungle, no wind up mate, I'm currently on the M6 past Stoke. If we get there early enough we will
Stop off at a pub but I don't know which one, its up to the coach crew where we go. I will
Definitely be there at half time, I just hope you don't stand me up.
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enjoy it mate.
 

MickM86 said:
Pat! Pat! Pat!

Boss read.

Just gonna clear a few things up, didn't drink on Saturday but thought I'd have a few today. The 15 aren't all mine they are being shared.

Bungle, no wind up mate, I'm currently on the M6 past Stoke. If we get there early enough we will
Stop off at a pub but I don't know which one, its up to the coach crew where we go. I will
Definitely be there at half time, I just hope you don't stand me up.
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don't get too drunk.
 
MickM86 said:
Pat! Pat! Pat!

Boss read.

Just gonna clear a few things up, didn't drink on Saturday but thought I'd have a few today. The 15 aren't all mine they are being shared.

Bungle, no wind up mate, I'm currently on the M6 past Stoke. If we get there early enough we will
Stop off at a pub but I don't know which one, its up to the coach crew where we go. I will
Definitely be there at half time, I just hope you don't stand me up.
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Bungle said he has to stay in and wash his hair tonight........
 
MickM86 said:
Bungle, no wind up mate, I'm currently on the M6 past Stoke. If we get there early enough we will
Stop off at a pub but I don't know which one, its up to the coach crew where we go. I will
Definitely be there at half time, I just hope you don't stand me up.
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Have to say I'm a bit sceptical mate but we'll see, I'll be in Jeans, Black Berghaus jacket but with my Everton shirt on show, I'll be on my own.

Might see you later then mate, knocking off work a bit early to make it.
 

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