Was a windy, cold dreary morning as I stepped out onto the street to catch the bus to Kilburn. It was just about 7.30am. Standing at the bus stop, mid January blues swept through my whole being and I wondered why I put myself through this two weekly winter torture of freezing brass monkey weather and long trips away from home. The bus arrives and with frozen fingers I manage to oust the oyster card from my pocket and press it against the oyster machine thingy and to mumble "good morning" to the driver as I do each morning, being the friendly bear I is.. Chug chug chug the bus crawls along Willesden Lane. past Biddy Mulligans and in 10 short minutes drops me off at Kilburn High Road station. Silverlink efficiency helps me arrive at Watford Junction for 9.15 where I meet up with the birdydoug and others. After 10 minutes of ascertaining the correct platform we grab ourselves a coffee and I get a couple of sani's for the trip. Whilst queing, the two very good looking girls with pleasant looking and generously proportioned lungs in front of us started chatting away. "I know that language", i said to myself. Being the shy humble bear i actually is, i said "good day" to the two girls in Polish. They both retorted with a good morning back and two beaming smiles. " Are you going to watch the Watford at Villa", i enquired in English, to which they replied " of course and we are going first class". "How wonderful", i replied" The birdydoug and my good self are also going and upgrading to first class, would you like to join us?". " That would be very nice", said the Polish girls. The train arrived (I think at the same time as Dougie based on the biggest grin I've ever seen on his face) and the four of us settled down into first class luxury. Dougie by this time was all over Ania, she had brunette hair and had the bigger lungs of the two girls. It wasn't long after departure when Ania asked Dougie "Dougie, do you know where the ladies toilet is? I would like to go for a malaka and would like your assitance". So of they go, hand in hand to the bogs. I and Monika got to Villa Park and we both enjoyed watching the Hornets storm to a fine 4 - 2 victory and cheered the boys on with pride and passion, whilst Birdydoug was probably moaning in doggy fashion . We caught up with Ania and the Birdydoug on the train back. Birdy was walking with a severe limp by this time and Ania looked like she had a real English ( maybe Scottish) cream tea, by the left overs dribbling from her oral area . I told Birdy that Watford had scored 4 today and won. "Och aye Paddy, I scored four and twenty today and missed the match. I've been up and down all day long to Euston, Brum and back and I maybe did it twice " Birdydoug had said at the start of the premier campaign that he would go to all the games home and away this season, now i wonder does Dougie really know if he is coming or going? There has been occasions in the past when his level of competence has been severly questioned. I arrived home safely - twas a great day and the morning winter blues had disappeared and life was grand and WFC were back to winning ways. Ania and The Birdydoug will no doubt live happily ever after, shacked up together somewhere in the region of the planet earth. Whilst perusing the " for sale" section of the Evening Standard today i noticed an advert " Upper Rous season ticket for sale at Watford any offer taken, call Birdy or Ania on 0800696969 anytime. THE MORAL TO THIS STORY IS?
Brings tears to the eyes. But did the Bear and Monica? Was it mating season or was it just a malaka? very funny
Not too sure birdy, sure there's the usual gags about toilets and incorrect trains but other than that you seem to have done rather well for yourself.
And yours? (I am not sure I should be posting this link but admin will delete if appropriate) You got that right: Admin
Paddy reading through your first post again you paint me as a swashbuckling care free person, I am just thinking due to the early post by your good self are you are sure it wasn't a dream on your behalf and had to get it scribed before you forgot it. 9.35 at the Junction. Dougie
Dougie, I couldn't bring myself to be the lucky burger who got a ride to Brum and back etc etc etc. Somehow, I couldn't allow myself to miss a match away from home, whereas your good self would surely succumb to such an event and enjoy the glory surrounded by said journey, entanglements and various bodily activities. 20/1/07 WAS YOUR DAY MY FRIEND - Basque in its glory.
