Wednesday, 23 November 2011

Down The Roker Hotel...

17 Dec 2008


 “By, but Howard Wilkinson was a barmpot, though!”

“There was ower much abstruse dialecticism in his half-time talks, man - not enough tea-cups being hoyed aboot”

“Aye - abstruse dialecticism is a bugger, mind.”

“Well, there’s a time and place, man, bonny lad...”

“Aye.” 

“Aye.”

“Wee do yee fancy, like?”

“Oooh, that Penny Lancaster... legs up to me ears”

“Nah, nah, man - for manager?”

“Oh aye. Why Martin Jol would be canny, like. He’s done areet with the jormans.”

“And he’s Dutch, so he’s bound to be relaxed, eh?”

“By, we weren’t half relaxed when we went to Amsterdam!”

“Horizontal, man.”

“Nah that was later”

“Oh aye”

“Or maybe Gerard Hoooooulier? Canny name to chant that, mind.”

“Worth considering just on that basis”

“Mind... Penny’s got better legs.”

“Oh aye. Never did like frog’s legs, like, me.”

“Nah.”

“Nah.”

“My round, then”

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