Something like that happened to someone who used to work for me who became a mate for a while. He'd gone up to Glasgow to watch the Old Firm derby and got in the Celtic end. Just before the match started he felt this warm liquid running down his leg. He turned round then decided to say nothing.
Don't ask about when he was in London on an accountancy course and I was going down to the England Wales match and we decided to meet up. We got in the Wales end... that was scary. I've never seen such hatred. We daren't speak to each other. I nodded to him to follow me and took him to the side of the pen we were in. The English were on the other side. I told them we were English and they pulled us over the wall into the English side.
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There’s such a thing as a lovable scouser??
Look, if you don't appreciate that this kind of comment is silly, intimidatory and just going to stop people contributing to the site for fear of this kind of crap please do one. I struggle to find anything you have posted ever on here that anyone would wish to read.
“I was proud of the lads, they’re all good human beings”
And finally one from the PokerMillerSwinton book of goodwill to all men. Blanche Dubois in A Streetcar Named Desire: "Whoever you are, I have always depended on the kindness of strangers." How true.
‘To be is to do’ (Descartes)
‘To do is to be’ (Sartre)
‘Do-be-do-be-do (Sinatra)
The Thick of It was a great source for some new ones ‘a face like Dot Cotton licking p*ss off a nettle’