Comments on: I’m Forever Blowing Hot Air

By: Penelope_CA

Penelope_CA — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 19:07:48 +0000

“…but I held fast, dead chewing gum to the underside of the family carpentry.”

THIS is why you have me coming back to you again and again and will follow whereever you go… I love you!!

Er… in a nice non-stalker, non bunny boiling sort of way of course.

By: White Rabbit

White Rabbit — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 12:23:52 +0000

I’ve such a soft spot for West Ham.

By: Sweary

Sweary — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 10:47:08 +0000

I’ll see you at the races if I ever get my hundred pounds (old money), Jimmah. Perhaps the fleeting fame of appearing in a comedy blog post will convince Nearest Brother that he needs to pay attention to sporting commitments made a decade ago.

Vince, the brothers look good in purple and blue. The West Ham thing I think came about for purely aesthetic reasons.

Flann, they totally aren’t. A sports nerd is someone who loves sports, so long as they don’t have to play any.

And shuddup you, Swe.Ge.

Right, back offline I go.

By: Swe.Ge

Swe.Ge — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 10:24:42 +0000

Well at least there’s less breathy ” Ryans ” coming from the other side of the bed late at night…
Unless it’s the other one of course…

By: Flann O'Coonassa

Flann O'Coonassa — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 09:06:25 +0000

I resent the term ’sports nerd’ Sweary. Those words are mutually exclusive.

By: Vincent

Vincent — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 08:30:35 +0000

Of all the London clubs why fgs west ham. Even Millwall I could understand.

By: Jimmy Bastard

Jimmy Bastard — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 06:01:47 +0000

Sweet Mary & Joseph… just as you think you know somebody so well, out pops a scandal so shocking that you feel your breakfast looking for daylight at the back of your throat. I now know what it must have been like to have lived next door to Fred West.

I had to read this latest offering twice, just to make sure that it wasnae the word ‘City’ instead of ‘United’ that was staring back at me fae the screen.
No wonder your mammy tried to hide the terrible shame of her daughter associating herself with those awfie red divil fecks.

For the sake of Glesga, and oul Tommy Docherty, I’ll try to accept that it was merely a phase, and that you are now healed in the ways of the fitba.

As for blowing bubbles, let’s leave that neatly buried along with the already fading memories of that Michael Jackson fella.

I’ll see you at the races, wear something green and white for the love of God, and I might buy you a pint.