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I had a dream last night that everyone but me was walking backwards. I felt really lonely so I started to run in order to catch someone up. Before I could reach anyone I tripped up over a discarded Mars bar wrapper and landed on a pink hedgehog.
The hedgehog pines pierced my skin and I started bleeding cappuccino. At that point I must have passed out, as the next thing I remember, was being in one of the toilets in 10 Downing playing table tennis with a submarine. The sub was 13 -6 up when suddenly a large whoopee cushion came up from the toilet bowl wearing a fake mustache and singing Greensleeves.
I was so surprised by this that I let go a huge trump and my legs fell off.I thought I’d better gave my head a wobble in order to wake up from this weird dream, however at this point I realised it wasn’t a dream at all.
From Matlock to ManU
What a journey!I had a better dream Snowy. I dreamt the Worriers were knocked out of the Challenge Cup 55-0 by Shevy Sharks under 8s. The game at Newburgh sports watched by 20000 Shevy villagers coz all the squatters fans were in the pubs in Wigan blaming Mr David Whelan for the defeat. One was heard to say “This is all tight arses fault how come we ain’t got players as good as that four eyed kid who ran us ragged all afternoon” The dream ended with Shevy buying out the gits and taking their place in Superleague while the Worriers went on to ground share with St Judes. Now that’s a dream.
I dream of winning the euro millions jackpot and buying the eggs out and slowly and painfully running them into the ground.
First move would be to buy a ploughed field for them to play on.
Then install LHL and Donny as Joint Managers, and pay them lose bonuses.
Sell the entire squad and pocket the extra cash.
Bring in a bunch of no hopers from the pubs of Wigan as players.
Change their strip to Mr Blobby colours.
Sit back and watch their horrible fans (few exceptions obviously) squirm, moan and cry as their shitty club grinds into oblivion.Other than that I would give it my best shot.[/quote]
Beter, that HORC.
However, I would have to miss first team duties because I would be watching the Latics; so I would put our Peg’s cat in charge on egg chasing match days !Put your Peg in charge then you can have a peaceful day sampling Malts, sipping real ales, playing your music and topping it with the score from The Wiggin V Leyland Warriors match.
Leyland winning 56-0.I had a better dream Snowy. I dreamt the Worriers were knocked out of the Challenge Cup 55-0 by Shevy Sharks under 8s. The game at Newburgh sports watched by 20000 Shevy villagers coz all the squatters fans were in the pubs in Wigan blaming Mr David Whelan for the defeat. One was heard to say “This is all tight arses fault how come we ain’t got players as good as that four eyed kid who ran us ragged all afternoon” The dream ended with Shevy buying out the gits and taking their place in Superleague while the Worriers went on to ground share with St Judes. Now that’s a dream.
I dream of winning the euro millions jackpot and buying the eggs out and slowly and painfully running them into the ground.
First move would be to buy a ploughed field for them to play on.
Then install LHL and Donny as Joint Managers, and pay them lose bonuses.
Sell the entire squad and pocket the extra cash.
Bring in a bunch of no hopers from the pubs of Wigan as players.
Change their strip to Mr Blobby colours.
Sit back and watch their horrible fans (few exceptions obviously) squirm, moan and cry as their shitty club grinds into oblivion.Other than that I would give it my best shot.[/quote]
What a lovely & pleasant dream.
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