Manchester Piccadilly to Etihad Stadium

[Mase]

I hope you get a taxi and I hope it's John that's driving!!!

[london blue 2]

haha, for some reason that's really funny.

I know for the purposes of the thread I'm supposed to get angry with someone. Ah, OK, hey Londonblue2 you stinkynose fartface. hehe, I said fartface.

Cunt.

*moves on*

[Swales4ever]

I hope you get a taxi and I hope it's John that's driving!!!

I better have You and me on the streering... Sir John can be too much superior at times... :-)

[BookJunior]

We always meet up at Piccadilly and catch a 216/7.

Same habits since Maine Road was flattened :(

[Goataldo]

We always meet up at Piccadilly and catch a 216/7.

Same habits since Maine Road was flattened :(

I once moved in to a house on Carlton, just off Kippax Street, not long after they'd flattened Maine Road.

First day I moved in, got some shopping in and turning the penultimate corner, I gazed up that famous street (no, not Carlton), that used to have its end view blocked off, by a monstrously beautiful citadel. The replacement sky looked like it was in shock still, embarrassed at its inadequacy, filling in for Maine Road's void.

I wandered up to the six foot perimeter fence, a kaleidoscope of nostaglia whirring in my head like the echo of ten thousand rattles, and I simply could not help but run and jump at the fence, heaving myself up to look on what now lay on the other side. What had become of Maine Road, was two or three vast piles of rubble, like a massive unkempt grave.

I slid down the from my vantage point, disappointed, and as I did so, lowered my face below a sign I hadn't seen before, saying WARNING VANDLE GREASE. I had a bag of shopping in each of my hands, which were both completely covered in thick black grease.

My housekeys were in my pocket.

Nobody was in.

It was also pissing down.

I just felt this thread needed that, to liven things up a bit. Add a bit of zing, like.

Edit: which is in no way a reflection on BookJunior's post btw; was just utilising it for linkage

[Slim]

I think you should shut up and concentrate on getting into your not-so-skinny skinny jeans ...

I bet they make you look like an orange on two toothpicks.

I slide them on and I get an insta-boner.

I feel like Joan Jett.

and you look older than Joan Rivers.

[DoomMerchant]

and you look older than Joan Rivers.

She has fantastic plastic surgeons. Right?

[Slim]

and you look older than Joan Rivers.

She has fantastic plastic surgeons. Right?

Only if your standards are set so low you'd qualify as an Amer...wait, nevermind.

[dazby]

haha, for some reason that's really funny.

I know for the purposes of the thread I'm supposed to get angry with someone. Ah, OK, hey Londonblue2 you stinkynose fartface. hehe, I said fartface.

Cunt.

*moves on*

How very dare you sir. Pistols at dawn. Trafalgar Square. See you there.

[stevefromdonny]

I still say that leaving the Yorkshire batter overnight in the fridge makes no fecking difference!

no it needs to be done on the day, but leave for 30 mins b4 you put in oven

[Cocacolajojo1]

I once moved in to a house on Carlton, just off Kippax Street, not long after they'd flattened Maine Road.

First day I moved in, got some shopping in and turning the penultimate corner, I gazed up that famous street (no, not Carlton), that used to have its end view blocked off, by a monstrously beautiful citadel. The replacement sky looked like it was in shock still, embarrassed at its inadequacy, filling in for Maine Road's void.

I wandered up to the six foot perimeter fence, a kaleidoscope of nostaglia whirring in my head like the echo of ten thousand rattles, and I simply could not help but run and jump at the fence, heaving myself up to look on what now lay on the other side. What had become of Maine Road, was two or three vast piles of rubble, like a massive unkempt grave.

I slid down the from my vantage point, disappointed, and as I did so, lowered my face below a sign I hadn't seen before, saying WARNING VANDLE GREASE. I had a bag of shopping in each of my hands, which were both completely covered in thick black grease.

My housekeys were in my pocket.

Nobody was in.

It was also pissing down.

I just felt this thread needed that, to liven things up a bit. Add a bit of zing, like.

Edit: which is in no way a reflection on BookJunior's post btw; was just utilising it for linkage

Your post just made my afternoon, thanks.

[Fidel Castro]

Get a taxi. Just say 'parcel shelf' to the driver and see what happens.

Cunt.

[DoomMerchant]

Get a taxi. Just say 'parcel shelf' to the driver and see what happens.

Cunt.

I'm sure you've got a story or two that has the subtitle "or How I've Come To Love Vandal Grease" as well so stop holding back.

I'm starting a doom metal band called Parcel Shelf and we will use fantasy style Frank Frazetta-ish artwork. And make Melvins sound like Abba. No offense Noolie.

[Swales4ever]

superb post Chris! It gets close to the luxury tour gifted me by Cicero Mark_AS.
saved in my memory, with gratitude.

[Goataldo]

Haha, ta.

What's gotten into Fidel? Not his usual chirpy self there!