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Saturday 2nd
Woke up in some flash student apparent campus place across from Hope Uni. Igy had txted as he
needed his jacket and was leaving the hostel.
So I whipped on my Robbie Fowler Boxers and legged it. I think I promised her I come back again
that night in the heat of the moment the night before but needless to say the day’s events took
over.
Finally got a bus in the right direction after 20 mins arrived back at the hostel to give Igy his jacket.
I had a quick shower before discovering my clothes were all wet so the Spanish top was getting
a second night on the town. Another trip to the official shop and then some food in M&S. Then I
embarrassed the hell out of a girl on the till who I had briefly kissed the night before in POPWORLD.
She’s hadn’t a clue who I was. Very funny indeed.
Then it was time to go out to the king Harry to meet the boys. I got their 1st and watched the tail
end of the Arsenal game. Shortly after Ross Pete Mike and Spion (John) arrived.
More arrived shortly and suddenly it was like Friday all over again loads of new faces and trying to
guess who was who. I went up to a tall and short guy asking “Are you Sunny and Oncy†to which I
got the strangest of looks.
All in all another 2 hours of great craic chatting abusing laughing. Andy looked like a block layer
down the road from me at home so that was kinda weird but he was a top top man. I couldn’t
remember Sheik’s 1st name so when “Liam†was chatting to me I hadn’t a clue who he was. All I
knew was he was funny short and had the scariest stare known to man. Some legend indeed.
Then I headed from the pub to sell the tickets that Paddy and someone else I can’t remember was
supposed to have.
Gutted I missed Mark Mc.
From the pub then there was
Andy: ONCY
Just as you would expect, smart, well spoken, down to earth, friendly and witty. Loads of patience
with my bogger accent. If we had the time could have talked to him all night. If anyone is looking
for a reason to come to the next one you couldn’t look for a better one than meeting this man.
Cheers for the suggestion of Drinkies in the 1st place mate.
Ian:
Arrived with Andy and instantly an easy lad to chat too. Oncy had said he was loud when you 1st
meet him but all I saw was another witty friendly bloke. The two of them were thoroughly
entertaining, and I knew giving Ian a ticket would mean the game would be all the more enjoyable.
Shiek:
Brainwashing motha f*cka!! I’m convinced it was the eyes that nearly turned me against Rafa,
luckily I’m back to I heart Rafa land again. That man would turn Arabs off sand. A true gent and
another legend for getting 20 unlikely lads into a packed club skipping merrily by a load of stuck up
stunned bitches. Priceless to say the least. Inside the club he just as good. Although the c*ck
blocking was truly on a different level, the amount of girls he told that I was really from Kirby was
unreal. And I’ll leave your “sister†until later on……..
FFF: Jon
Exactly what it says on the tin. Top bloke, did everything to make the oot’s feel welcome. Could
drink 6 Ross’s under the table. Some of his stories are just the best I’ve ever heard.
The one about your dad I’ll take to the grave Jon. Definitely would like more time to hear some more
stories next time.
So after narrowly missing Mark mc, I went down to the Bank to sell the other 2 tickets I had spare.
Then Andy rang looking for one and after selling the last ticket I met Andy and Ian in we went for
the game.
More to follow……….
The game itself was dire in the 1st half, at least I had the lads their to pass the time debating football.
Also the three of us are going to hell for laughing our heads off at some bloke constantly screaming
out random names the entire half, Andy I’m convinced actually pissed himself a little. He had to run to
jacks. Then as he asked are we sitting in the special section to our horror we looked back and realised
the lad was a little slow.
Christ we felt like shit. But then the debate of the final score came. Andy proclaiming we’d be lucky to
get 1-0. I boldly predicted 3-0 and after much argument the second half comennced. Loads of shouting
screaming and chanting later, the game was over and we won 3-0. Great craic even if we need to
practice our timing at ending chants!
After the game I walked to town dropped my gear changed and down to Weatherspoons.
Yet another huge amount of discussions which lasted until 11 or 12 I think. Great craic.
In the pub, those hasn’t got a mention already were….
Singlerider:
Shorter and younger than I expected but a funny f*cker. Very disappointed I didn’t get t chat to him a
lot more. Although I ran into him in the Casino at 4ish. Not as dirty in real life as I feared and last time I
checked my anal duct was fist free.
Tony:
another total surprise and a legend for coming from Cookooland. How he understood my English I’ll
never know but a really laid back guy made a big effort with the language barrier. Top bloke in my
opinion after the weekend, even if in football terms we might disagree from time to time.
Jay D:
Didn’t know this lad at all before the night and only got brief hello’s so will have to make up for it next
time mate.
God_23 + ILD:
Lads ye are f*cking class. Hilarious stuff and the Irish accents in front of the lasses was class ILD. Yer
stories could go on for days and we’d all still be listening.
Aidan how you get your accounts out everyday on time in your "real" job I’ll never know!! Probably the
biggest surprise for the rest of the group was these two. Podge and Rodge aint got shit on you.Defo a
Dublin drinkies me thinks we ye two as the main attraction.
Vlad:
I was delighted 1st to meet him and even more so that he stayed out all night. Such a gent as you
would expect and the life and soul of many discussions, I can imagine him and Portly tearing up
Liverpool in their younger days. Top man.
Peatcheo:
Only chatting to him in Weatherspoons but yet again another sound lad. Liverpool really is a great
great city.
Couldn’t believe how well everyone got on with each other.
Hebbie Jebbies: The HOLY GRAIL!!!!!
OH MY GOD!! What an amazing club. Take about 99% your accent 1% charm. This place was full of
Scousers so having a southern Irish accent worked a charm. I’ve never seen anything like it. I had the
intentions to spend at least 20 mins chatting to everyone from on here but Pete had other idea’s........
We were on a women hunting mission. The place was big but boy did we hit every corner ever group
of unsuspecting girls in there. I’ve never laughed as much. After getting my Red bull fix and getting the
Irish lads their red bull and vodkas at the bar me and Pete were off. Literally it was like a different
group of women in every room. Pete could talk to the wall and get it to smile. He’s some legend. I’d
say we are in 100 photos on random cameras with random birds. At one point I left him chatting to a
solicitor from warrol.
She was the finest thing in their. Later he told me “ah I couldn’t be bothered chatting her for more
than 5 minutes†Some boyo!
As I walked across upstairs I bumped into 5 girls and said “Sorry girls†cue ridiculous scretches as I
was a “real Irishman†and had to marry one of them there and then.
Next thing I knew I was lying on a couch with 5 19 yr old scousers on my lap. There is a God he just
doesn’t like Liverpool FC at the moment.
Pete waltzed by us but couldn’t see me. A minute later I got a “where the f*ck are you!†txt off him!.
Evidently more women hunting was on the cards!!
I got up and brought over God and ILD to the 5 ladies. God proposed to one on his knees. ILD started
some kind of epileptic fit style Irish dancing jig to rigorous applause and photos. Igy and Ian followed
over and I know well there photos taken. Where are they lads?
Igy put a bit of chat on the ladies and after a quick kiss I was off in search of Pete again. On my travels
met a few more girls including one that went nuts when I said bootle was the worst area in Liverpool.
Met Igy chatting another bird that looked about 20, Turned out she was 45 ;D Legend.
Then I spent a good 20 mins hearing FFF stories of his younger exploits. Hilarious stuff. The man is
James bond in disguise. Then the the bit that made me wet myself, break dancing of sorts from the
two Irish boys, twas brilliant. More women hunting with Pete before he left for the Casino.
Then I met this cracker only for Shieky to turn up and tell me to “BACK AWAY FROM MY SISTER†his eyes
made me shit myself so I left him to it. Cockblocking mo fo!!
One more lap got all my goodbyes in before I left.
And then there she was.
Standing outside freezing her sexy legs off. I couldn’t but say hello, ended up anyways that the accent
worked a charm and could be meeting her again this weekend. So a great end to Hebbies for me.
Then a quick call to Pete for a directions, a little jog and I was at the Casino with Jon Dan Pete
and “our kidâ€.
Stayed there until Pete won lost and won 100£ a few times over.
Then it was time for a final burger and chips. Sadly we picked the worst chippie to go into.
It was like Jerry Springer on acid. 5 ugly birds arguing over a something rivial. Pete played referee and
we were off again with “our kid†and before I know it I was in my bed at the hostel.
A truly truly Legendary weekend lads and one I’ll never forget.
F*ck all this typing shit!
