... and Ruud Van Nistlebooby is stood in my front yard whinging about how he, like me, also used to be famous. I, of course replied (something here inside, cannot be denied) that I am now officially a cult in my own right, not some has been horse person...
My trip home was all too short but I did everything and more that fate had already decreed. Got off the plane, went straight to CoMS so I could officially feel like I was home then began my Holland's cheese pie marathon shortly after. Seeing Georgia, as most of you who know me will know, was beyond brilliant. There was no "awkwardness" as one might expect with my being away so long. We just sat down and chatted and laughed and put tunes and stuff on her new ipod touch and it was like I'd only been away for the weekend. Very wonderful and beautiful. Met up with the Vegas reservation + Ashton's finest on Thursday night and a good night was had by all. Ended with my wife, absolutely shitfaced bless, me asking if she wanted to go home and her getting all American saying "these colours don't run" as she slid down the chair. Well funny
Friday I was busy all day running about. Friday night gave me a huge shock. My god-daughter who I always treated like my daughter when I didn't want kids of my own (she's now 22) came down from Preston to see me. I nearly died. This little tom boy has turned into an absolutely lovely, good looking woman. I'm not sure if she's still a veggie or not but she is most definitely a life long Blue thanks to me
Saturday was the highlight.
Got up at stupid am and Window Cleaner took me and Trag down to Piccadilly to meet up with Sir Jamie Rizla. Brilliant to see him again after so long. Bit of a shocker when our Manc - Lon train pulled into Stoke but there was no animosity or nothing and all was good. Got into that London place and had the best veggie breakfast in the world evuuuuurrrrr. We then met up with Jeff and Simon our brilliant tasty geezer leev it art moi san fackin norvun slarg hosts who took us to some weird named place, Dolly something. Home of the M40 Blues of which I am their furthest (and probably only) northern member haha. H came in. Because I'm old school, I remember H when he was cunningly disguised as Mark E Smith but he's all upmarket now he's a Hungarian porn star. Not sure quite how you'd do it on the radio but hey, ho. I finally got to meet Mick and Wasp and countless others, renewed acquaintances with a few other old faces too once we'd gotten over the is that you/isn't that you/I KNOW you stage.
The match was, well, traditional City (no massive or typical cliches here pop pickers) and all I have to say on the matter is - well nothing actually. The permanent smirk/grin/smile that is still on my face even now says it all. Stoke were, in the words of the skirted pensioner, impeccable. Even after the match they were an absolute credit which left me wondering if English football has now gone all Disney. Got back to Manchester and was reassured of proper rivalry, having time enough for me and Trag to laugh at some united fan who was presumably celebrating their draw with the mighty Blackburn. Telling everyone walking past to enjoy it while it lasts, presumably meaning the dying red gironaut empire, not the rising Blue phoenix. He looked like a flowerpot man walking in blancmange bless.
Last night out on Sunday, man hugs all round. Mission accomplished.
Saving the best til last... Jason was and is an absolute fuckin gem. He had everything sorted, smooth as clockwork and ensured that all I had to do was be there. I can't even begin to thank him enough or say what it means so I won't. I know he knows. His fame has now spread from the "do you want my teeth in or out for love" ladies of shadyvegas and the Ashton brigade who lift the bottom of their coat up two inches so they can flash their boobies, over to the lusty, lumpy nymphos in the hills of Alaska who Franchesca is lining up in a bid to woo the one who was named after Peter Wyngarde.
I feel like I've won the oscars but I'm not going to cry
Instead I will post another photo and a song... Just be glad I'm not wearing the bugger like I said I was going to!!!
Mankini, whoah oh oh oh, Mankini whoah oh oh oh. He comes from Wasill-y to see Man Ci-i-tee...
MEGA!!!
Hopefully I'll be back again soon. I've been far too long in exile.
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