18 years ago today ...
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Really ? I always thought of you as a dead man who left behind some AI to represent you on here.
Yah this happened when I (you?) were in our early 20s ... fucking hell ...
Yes you are.
Nothing to be sorry about, whatever age you are you should be proud.
Proud to have lived to whatever age you are at now **cough** 76 **cough**, not many people do and the ones who don't or haven't yet would've/would love to.
Be proud Rubans, be proud.
How would i know?
I posted this a couple of years ago but the topic is locked so can't link it
Olympiakos... Right... I was sure we'd get beat, I was pretty sure I'd be too late to get there if my flight was slightly delayed, and my mate was desperate for a ticket so I gave mine to him. I was in Luxembourg on business and wasn't going to get back till that evening, it was touch and go. Thing is this was a new bizz presentation so me and my mate got in the night before and said, let's go for a couple of quick pints now and get our heads down because we were getting picked up at our hotel by the MD of the company at 8 in the morning to be taken to their office. What happened next was probably the maddest night of my life, and I stumbled into his car stinking of vodka and latex and bad drugs having had zero sleep, and after the meeting me and my mate were in the lift blaming each other for being so stupid and depraved, and said we'd never talk about it again unless we won the business (we did, hence this). Meanwhile, my other mate rang me and said he had a spare on the back row of the Kop, so I was like yeah baby... So, flights went on time, VLM via London City into Liverpool... I got home at about 6.30, and my missus opens the door and there's my mum and dad stood behind her, and she says 'remember we bought those tickets for the charity dinner in the Brooke ages ago? Your folks are here, we've got to leave in a minute' and I literally threw my suitcase and laptop bag at her, turned around and legged it shouting that was I was going to the match while she screamed at me to get back home.
So anyways, what happened next was probably the best night ever at Anfield as far as I'm, concerned. Being on the back row of the kop, and as no-one wanted to leave, we stood and sang for at least half hour after the final whistle, and when I finally got home, shitting myself about divorce, my missus was beaming saying that they'd all watched it in the pub and she wouldn't have wanted me to miss it for any reason. Love my bird.
EDIT: The Barca night wins now
Olympiakos... Right... I was sure we'd get beat, I was pretty sure I'd be too late to get there if my flight was slightly delayed, and my mate was desperate for a ticket so I gave mine to him. I was in Luxembourg on business and wasn't going to get back till that evening, it was touch and go. Thing is this was a new bizz presentation so me and my mate got in the night before and said, let's go for a couple of quick pints now and get our heads down because we were getting picked up at our hotel by the MD of the company at 8 in the morning to be taken to their office. What happened next was probably the maddest night of my life, and I stumbled into his car stinking of vodka and latex and bad drugs having had zero sleep, and after the meeting me and my mate were in the lift blaming each other for being so stupid and depraved, and said we'd never talk about it again unless we won the business (we did, hence this). Meanwhile, my other mate rang me and said he had a spare on the back row of the Kop, so I was like yeah baby... So, flights went on time, VLM via London City into Liverpool... I got home at about 6.30, and my missus opens the door and there's my mum and dad stood behind her, and she says 'remember we bought those tickets for the charity dinner in the Brooke ages ago? Your folks are here, we've got to leave in a minute' and I literally threw my suitcase and laptop bag at her, turned around and legged it shouting that was I was going to the match while she screamed at me to get back home.
So anyways, what happened next was probably the best night ever at Anfield as far as I'm, concerned. Being on the back row of the kop, and as no-one wanted to leave, we stood and sang for at least half hour after the final whistle, and when I finally got home, shitting myself about divorce, my missus was beaming saying that they'd all watched it in the pub and she wouldn't have wanted me to miss it for any reason. Love my bird.
EDIT: The Barca night wins now
I'm pretty square.
Why latex?
Why latex?
Gimp suit.
who’s that?
Haha I remember you posting this. Epic.
Wow. 18 years..
I remember I couldn't get it on TV over here so I was listening to Steve Hunter's (I think that was his name) live LFCTV audio broadcast (Real Player audio. Remember that?!) at the time and screaming when Gerrard scored. So while everyone else has You Beautyyyyyyy in their mind when they recollect that goal, I've got an LFCTV presenter's voice in mine.
That season ended with me getting to go to the Ataturk stadium. Good times!!
I remember I couldn't get it on TV over here so I was listening to Steve Hunter's (I think that was his name) live LFCTV audio broadcast (Real Player audio. Remember that?!) at the time and screaming when Gerrard scored. So while everyone else has You Beautyyyyyyy in their mind when they recollect that goal, I've got an LFCTV presenter's voice in mine.
That season ended with me getting to go to the Ataturk stadium. Good times!!
Here's another funny thing. The business we won was an investment software platform I'd built, and the company was called Lombard. Which i later realise was an acronym for their target client (footy players, rock stars, racing drivers)
Loads
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Loads
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Dickhead
So, when is your book finally coming out? Like, ffs, we've been waiting for years.
Did we preorder this one?
He's been serializing it on the forum for the last ten years I'm sure we could piece it together
I was "working" in the students' union that night. There was about 10 punters in all watching the football so I sat with them and watched it and popped behind the bar anytime someone wanted something. Great night, getting paid to watch the match. Of course it could have backfired if the place had been packed.
Much more interesting story than woland's, if you ask me.
Much more interesting story than woland's, if you ask me.
Honestly that's not a bad idea. Then feed it to the AI bot to make a book of it.
Wow, erm, yeah that's a doozie mate. Looking forward to the book....
It'll be considered a classic. Future literature types like yourself will have it above The Canterbury Tales.
THE Canterbury Tales? The X-rated film I went to watch as a teenager?
I think that must be The Canterbury Tails.
If it's Passolini's 1970s hairy-mound fest you're referring to Froggy, that's a classic. I used to get my students to watch it in simpler times before I decided I was one prudish student away from a complaint. It's actually fab.
Is that what inspired you to become a literalist? That's someone who knows about literature. LOok it uP.
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