Wishing all Shefford players, girlfriends, wives, sons, daughters and not-girlfriends-but-still-available-for-a-bunk-up-in-the-bogs a very Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year and I shall see those of you who survive it on the 8th January for a trip to Chaversham.
Merry Christmas, wherever you are.
Friday, December 23, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Is there some competition going on for the most number of reasons to be kicked out of Liquid?
Fight - check
Pulling hair - check
Bunk up in the bogs - check
It's a good effort from Crabbeman though - if you're wooing a young lady there's no more romantic place around than the Liquid ladies toilets. Forget a nice meal, some soft music and fine wine, just hoik em aside love and hook your foot up on the flush for a couple of minutes...
Fight - check
Pulling hair - check
Bunk up in the bogs - check
It's a good effort from Crabbeman though - if you're wooing a young lady there's no more romantic place around than the Liquid ladies toilets. Forget a nice meal, some soft music and fine wine, just hoik em aside love and hook your foot up on the flush for a couple of minutes...
Monday, December 19, 2005
Friday, December 16, 2005
Beeny! You can't just disappear on us mate we've seen you through good times and bad you owe us more than that. You go, we go. I'd kill you rather than see you leave us. You complete us. You're our life, our heart, our everything. Maybe we can still be friends, you know, go out now and then. Is it us? We can change. We've let ourselves go a bit recently but we can really try. We'll do anything you want. If you can walk out that door without looking back then you can go.
Oh.
Keep in touch mate.
Oh.
Keep in touch mate.
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