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The bomb shelter thread.

Worst I've ever been was a rugby thing in Cardiff. Now, I'm not a rugby fan but a couple of mates from Bristol talked me into going, said the atmosphere is great, different to footie, more relaxed, can drink in your seat etc.

Of course, we had cans on the train going over, beers before hand and beers during. Literally no idea if the games were any good. Was fairly noisy and rowdy. There was beer too. Can't even recall the name of the tournament. Think it was in the millennium stadium. My mate nearly got chucked off the train at Bristol Parkway for being a bulb with the ticket inspector ('lost'his ticket, accused the inspector of stealing it, realised he'd dropped it on the floor). That's about it. Probably a good one to get booze amnesia for, rather than one you are arsed about.
 
Worst I've ever been was a rugby thing in Cardiff. Now, I'm not a rugby fan but a couple of mates from Bristol talked me into going, said the atmosphere is great, different to footie, more relaxed, can drink in your seat etc.

Of course, we had cans on the train going over, beers before hand and beers during. Literally no idea if the games were any good. Was fairly noisy and rowdy. There was beer too. Can't even recall the name of the tournament. Think it was in the millennium stadium. My mate nearly got chucked off the train at Bristol Parkway for being a bulb with the ticket inspector ('lost'his ticket, accused the inspector of stealing it, realised he'd dropped it on the floor). That's about it. Probably a good one to get booze amnesia for, rather than one you are arsed about.
That said, would prefer to sleep through rugby than any football. Can't be doing with rugby, sooner watch someone clip toenails, their own or whomever,
than that foolishness.

Sport invented by a public schoolboy cheating at togger, get gone, take the barbour jacket wearing followers with you.
 
That said, would prefer to sleep through rugby than any football. Can't be doing with rugby, sooner watch someone clip toenails, their own or whomever,
than that foolishness.

Sport invented by a public schoolboy cheating at togger, get gone, take the barbour jacket wearing followers with you.
Funny you should say that. My other live rugby experience was in Cheltenham and they played one of the Northern clubs (Oldham spring to mind, but couldn't be sure). Again, you can tell I wasn't quite into it by my lack of recall - another "come along for the experience effort". Anyway, the contrast in fans was stark. Load of middle class families sipping cappuccinos for Cheltenham. Two coach loads of aled up 27 stone divorcees singing random songs about kebabs and sheep for the away team. Minibuses actually, there were probably 40 at most. Don't think it washigh level stuff.
 
Worst I've ever been was a rugby thing in Cardiff. Now, I'm not a rugby fan but a couple of mates from Bristol talked me into going, said the atmosphere is great, different to footie, more relaxed, can drink in your seat etc.

Of course, we had cans on the train going over, beers before hand and beers during. Literally no idea if the games were any good. Was fairly noisy and rowdy. There was beer too. Can't even recall the name of the tournament. Think it was in the millennium stadium. My mate nearly got chucked off the train at Bristol Parkway for being a bulb with the ticket inspector ('lost'his ticket, accused the inspector of stealing it, realised he'd dropped it on the floor). That's about it. Probably a good one to get booze amnesia for, rather than one you are arsed about.
The Six Nations is great, but again I can't really remember too much of the games I've been to as it's typically been an excuse to go on the piss for a few days.

For example, I went to watch Scotland versus France at Murrayfield at it was so cold, and if you've been to Murrayfield you'll know it's a concrete shell.

To get a pint you have to walk out onto the grounds around. Knowing it was going to be cold and we'd already drank a bit, I prepared two hip flasks of scotch.

Unbeknownst to me, the rest of the group had has such a fantastic idea. We all ended up drinking our own flasks after being on the ale all day.

To this day, I still don't remember any details of the actual match. Another one was when Scotland played Wales at the Millennium Stadium.

We always stayed in Swansea, so we drove down on the Friday, drank a shed load of ale till the early morning, got up and carried on throughout the day.

Anyway, I remember more from the evening of the game when a mountain of a woman knocked multiple male bouncers out in a club rather than the game.
 

The Six Nations is great, but again I can't really remember too much of the games I've been to as it's typically been an excuse to go on the piss for a few days.

For example, I went to watch Scotland versus France at Murrayfield at it was so cold, and if you've been to Murrayfield you'll know it's a concrete shell.

To get a pint you have to walk out onto the grounds around. Knowing it was going to be cold and we'd already drank a bit, I prepared two hip flasks of scotch.

Unbeknownst to me, the rest of the group had has such a fantastic idea. We all ended up drinking our own flasks after being on the ale all day.

To this day, I still don't remember any details of the actual match. Another one was when Scotland played Wales at the Millennium Stadium.

We always stayed in Swansea, so we drove down on the Friday, drank a shed load of ale till the early morning, got up and carried on throughout the day.

Anyway, I remember more from the evening of the game when a mountain of a woman knocked multiple male bouncers out in a club rather than the game.
Swansea is a fun town alright. Ended up in some right states there. The whole of South Wales seems perma sozzled on 'bow tbf.
 
The Six Nations is great, but again I can't really remember too much of the games I've been to as it's typically been an excuse to go on the piss for a few days.

For example, I went to watch Scotland versus France at Murrayfield at it was so cold, and if you've been to Murrayfield you'll know it's a concrete shell.

To get a pint you have to walk out onto the grounds around. Knowing it was going to be cold and we'd already drank a bit, I prepared two hip flasks of scotch.

Unbeknownst to me, the rest of the group had has such a fantastic idea. We all ended up drinking our own flasks after being on the ale all day.

To this day, I still don't remember any details of the actual match. Another one was when Scotland played Wales at the Millennium Stadium.

We always stayed in Swansea, so we drove down on the Friday, drank a shed load of ale till the early morning, got up and carried on throughout the day.

Anyway, I remember more from the evening of the game when a mountain of a woman knocked multiple male bouncers out in a club rather than the game.
I worked in a bar in Edinburgh during the six nations. The Welsh were a disgrace. Arrived 3 days early and practically drank the bar dry. I watched a guy gurning eating a packet of crisps. Took him about an hour to finish them. Friendly enough though. No fighting or anything.
 
Swansea is a fun town alright. Ended up in some right states there. The whole of South Wales seems perma sozzled on 'bow tbf.
The DVLA was/is Swansea’s biggest employer, but it’s predominately females rather than males. This meant that a Friday or Saturday night in the 90s or early 00s was unlike no other in the country.

The men stayed at home and the ladies went on the rampage. As a group of men, it was quite unnerving and I suspect how many females feel when the roles are reversed.

Anyway, this elephant sized woman put about three bouncers to sleep, all while her humongous breasts flopped about after her top was torn by a bouncer trying to pull her back.

I took myself to bed with PTSD.
 
I worked in a bar in Edinburgh during the six nations. The Welsh were a disgrace. Arrived 3 days early and practically drank the bar dry. I watched a guy gurning eating a packet of crisps. Took him about an hour to finish them. Friendly enough though. No fighting or anything.
Y'know I've a feeling one of my mates may have been amongst the many Welsh who piled up there on a few occasions. The tales he told me - usually involving good natured drinking with the Irish and Scots. I'll ask him about crisp gurning. It's a small world lol.
 

The biggest surprise for me in all of this Benitez kopite infused nonsense is Dave basically admitting that he is into S&M and is a sub. His hatred of all things RS and of Benitez has been made clear over the years. That he is enjoying the feelings of shame and repulsion that will be running through his entire being has me wondering what other levels he is willing to go to!

Is there an escape/safety word we can use to get you back @davek ?

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It all makes sense now!

hey up @davek hardly recognised you in that! :whip:
 

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