My Weekend.
FRIDAY
What a belter start. A few pints after work. I said I would go out for a few but I ended up semi-smashed out of My wig by 10. I then went down to Gusto where I received some free scran from Tom and his pals. Then onto We Reign Supreme at The Cut. The lads have put plenty of effort into this venture. They even have a fuckin Reign doormat, howay man, that oozes class. I reckon by the time the Murkage boys came on and nearly smashed a hole in the roof, I was clean pissed out of My face. Marc took a pic of Me lying on the deck looking like I was getting a rusty trombone. Danny was grafting his balls off, Billy was flying around with his camera, as was Finchy and Bish. The night was a success. I’m not really into that kind of music but I thought I was hard as fuck bouncing around staring at the Murkage lads’ beard. What a pure belter that beard is.
SATURDAY
Hungover, but buzzing. A good few pints in The Toon. Newcastle got beat by Blackpool. Shite result. We couldn’t finish our chances. We need to be winning games like that at home. That put a bit of a dampener on My day. I stayed in as well. Mincer.
I came in on Monday and Ken handed Me the matchday programme from the Newcastle v Blackpool game on Saturday and I was in it! I’m standing on a barrier with My kite hanging all over the shop. The photo was from the Newcastle United v Aston villa game where we won 6-0 and Carroll whalloped a hat-trick in. Que the utter fuckin ballisticness! COME ON THE TOON!
