So who is doing what over the weekend?

Try and keep it clean, I don't want to much graphic deatail!! ;o)

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Answers

I'm flying on Saturday to Ireland for a cousin's wedding and back Tuesday :-)

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Tonight in Basel

Tomorrow back to the UK, evening dinner date with a bra burner.....you had first refusal Yelli!! ;))

Sunday see my kids...

Monday back to Basel for work and sun ;)

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

You are going out with a mil-i-tant Gav?

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Yes I am and she'd better beware!! It's kinda cool cos she's really decisive.....none of that "whatever you want" bollox but it's only good for awhile, once she starts getting pushy she's knocked on the head.....end of story....

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Jay, Quiet weekend I think, after a hellish and exhausting first week in a new job!! Going up the local tonight, then shopping tomorrow (retail therapy - and I need the WHOLE computing for dummies series of books for this job!!) and not sure what the plans for tomorrow night are!!! Sunday will be spend watching the tennis!!!

Gav, tell all, who is your bra-burner?!? (;o)

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Yelli :o)

I am out tomorrow night.

But I am putting down my new sitting room carpet tonight.

Was well drunk last week and had a great time, chatting with various fellas in the nightclub. (Not a thing I tend to do while sober) Hope to repeat it tomorrow.

Gardening if fine on Sunday.

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Yelli e-mail and tell me all about your new job mate.

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Jay, I'm going back to work now, but I'll mail you when I get home tonight!

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Sunday for tennis eh? ;(

She's a friend of a friend......met about two years ago, she got all bra burner in the conversation so I ripped the shit out of her for the rest of the night.....forgot about her, she split up with boyfriend and asked my mate to set us up....he did, she seems quite keen and I am definitely not......I've got unfinished business with a certain Russian girl and it's not getting sorted very fast at all :(

Hahaha in fact (this is the truth!) I was gonna back out of the whole thing but I've another mate who's got an uncertain date this weekend and we've made a deal that we'll both see it through and then compare how badly they went on monday....

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Jay,

You sounds like a bloke calling her "mate".....I always had my suspicions.....

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

gav with a militant hahhahaha the mind boggles , so ive been turned down for a friggin butch lesbob as well as everything else , nice eh ? :- ) For me its the first week of freedom for a while and ive been enjoying meself , mebbes a little bit too much actually , played Golf at Woburn all day Monday , Wednesday 2 drinks that turned into 10 , Yesterday took some girls from work here to a do at a club , Cuba and Mexico the theme , ree tequila and sol all night ... lots of julio iglesias and salsa music .. bliddy hilarious . Tonight ill be chilling at home cant do 3 nights on the spin . Tomorra bit of a quandary during the day think gym , sauna swim at David Lloyd , round of golf , dinner at friends up the east , cor blimey governor apples and pears , then hit a club . Sunday muchos relaxo , n gan hyem for me mam to cook us a nice bit of dinner and kip on the couch . When the cats away .... : - )

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Sting, unlike you I've got good taste in women!! so she might be a militant but you can rest assured that she ain't butch! I told you man....if it hadn't already been pre-arranged then I'd have come out with you.....in fact, why don't you tell me where you'll be on Saturday evening and then I can stick her in a cab when we've finished dinner and come and join up with you....

That'll teach her to be militant with me!

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Perseverance is the key mate :- ) where will you be dining ? ill put you down as a french cuisine man , or mebbes she s not worth that .

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Nope not french....Italian/Modern European is more like it....

Going to Zinc (off Regents St)....nothing flash.....maybe McDonalds if she keeps pushing it :))

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Finding the right way to explain to my good lady wife that I have come into posession of a season ticket....something which is still officially in that marital battleground marked 'negotiable'. Expecting rage, tears and fury, but more worried by the posibility of frosty, disappointed, silence. Why can't she see...I have no choice?

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Softie join the club bonnie lad , ive got mine and still havent told her and i live in bloody London .... theres gonna be hell to pay youd better believe it . I fancy ill get the look of disgust , the disappointed click of heels , the closed door of guilt an the silence of the lamb .. im up for the slaughterhouse and not looking forward to beaking the news ... its worse than infidelity man !

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

I mean, it's not like I stop her from cooking my dinner is it? :-)

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

i mean she'll have the car to do the shopping in won't she , and ill be out of the house all day s she can wash the skirting boards ... felling a lot better now , meebes ill break the news tonight : - )

Mebbes not : - (

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

'the disappointed click of the heels'

That'ld be her jackboots, presumably Sting? Perhaps Greenspun Place wasn't too far from the truth after all ;-)

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Another morning dawned on the Somme. Tendrils of mist filled every shellhole, not a bird alighted on the shattered tree stumps to greet the sun with whistling chorus. From the great, dank, slimy snake of a trench came the coughing of young men, aged before their time.

Bundles of sackcloth revealed themselves to be khaki-clad Tommies with grey faces and red-rimmed eyes. The morning 'hate' began with a clump of 'coal-boxes' which filled the morning with violent sound, thick, black smoke and the stench of cordite as some more of that tired, French earth was spread that little bit further.

Backs hunched, necks shrunk, and nervous tics began their daily contortions as the soil pattered down over shoulders and steel helmets. The veterans were already peering carefully accross no-man's- land in case this blast of high explosive and iron pressaged an attack.

More whistling from above like a canvas being torn overhead signalled the arrival of another deadly rain. Soft thumps sounded from all sides but the men tensed ready for explosions in vain. Instead a far more sinister hissing sound filled the air. "Gas! Gas! F***ing gas! Get your masks on Boys!" came the shouts.

Sergeant Sting nudged Corporal Softie, "That's it then Marra, Wor lasses have found oot aboot them season tickets." The ominous clicking of bayonets being fixed in the Lasses trenches drifted across the barbed wire...

'Magpie's Song' is available from all good bookshops rrp #6.99

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Softie you just get better with age mate.....priceless!!

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Not sure you'll be quite so happy with the chapter where young Lieutenant Gavin Herron finds love with pretty, young nurse, Jay Greer, while he convalesces in a forward hospital :-)

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

I no longer give a shit about whether I'm shagging Jay or not.....

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Have you dropped your standards then ? ; - ))

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Nope I've dropped my pants so that I can fart in your general direction.....

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

"Gas! Gas! F***ing gas! Get your masks on Boys!"

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Flashbacks Softie?

Too much acid in your youth my son ;)

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

I couldn't lower my standards that far to shag Gav. To be honest I would rather shag a Mackem!! ;o)

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

So Jay, you SHAG do you?!

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Shoot me down in flames if you will, but, why don`t you Softie, and you Sting, get season tickets for your good ladies too? (:o)

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Me shag? Now that would be telling wouldn't it? ;o)

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Jay, just got in - not entirely sober - where has the conversation on shagging come from?!?

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Gav of course!!!

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Lets see, work, work and more bloody work.

I'm on the wrong side of the flippin bar! aarrgghh!

At the moment I'm on my 2 hour mid afternoon break on works computer. It's saturday afternoon, 23 degrees and sunny, in the middle of winter. I can't do nowt.

-- Anonymous, July 07, 2000

Galaxy, you are obviously a warm-hearted, generous soul, with a keen interest in the beautiful game, but let me be the first to assure you that you are in a minority amongst your gender.

I took Nicola to see us play Blackburn Rovers in the Worthless a couple of seasons back, since she had said, "I know what to expect at football matches, I've been to see Southend play." Hah! Cue petrified person clutching my arm in a panic when the Geordie roar rolled out!

Anyway, while she can appreciate that seeing Alan Shearer miss a penalty is a bit of a collector's item, we fell out badly over extra time. She was cold and I was pissed off. "Why don't we just go to the Strawberry?"

"Because we've got extra time!"

"What's going to happen?"

"Bugger all; both teams will sit back and then we'll lose the penalty shootout."

"Even more reason to go to the pub!"

"It's not good enough to know that we're about to roll over and die, you have to watch us do it and wallow properly in despair..."

"You're bloody mad, you are!"

"Oh yeah? Well at least....." etc etc etc

I go to football to believe in something, not to get nagged back into the everyday world. At the match nothing else matters - if NUFC are brilliant then I am brilliant...in the normal world I appear to be a bit crap most of the time. I love disappearing in the herd, that amazing feeling when we've scored and a few minutes later you realize that tens of thousands of grown men have just been dancing around like kids and slapping each other on the back, launched into a communal song together and nobody cares who you are, or what you do, or what you wear, or how much you look like Warren Barton but all just grin at each other and understand the secret. Nicola doesn't understand that secret: Ciara does, Steph does, Dougal does, Susie does: - I have the bruises to prove it, so it's not a male/female difference thing, just that Nic shouldn't have a season ticket.

Anyway, we'd have to take it in turns to look after little Bobby and that's just not going to happen, ok? :-)

-- Anonymous, July 08, 2000

I most certainly did not start any conversation about shagging!!

-- Anonymous, July 08, 2000

Fair enough Softie. I didn`t realise that Nicola didn`t enjoy football - I am surprised that, living in the NE, Nicola would expect anything different from you, BUT, Pete and I are a long, long way down the road from you two in our relationship. That is one of the big bonuses of being in a relationship that does last. Now that we are past the stage of being tied to running Yelli everywhere, sleepovers for thirty odd spotty teenagers etc., we are free to cultivate our other interests a bit more. What really seems to work well for us is the fact that we have, both shared interests, and interests of our own. We don`t feel that we have to share every waking moment of leisure time in each other`s company. When we do, it`s great, because we`ve plenty to talk about.

As for the football thing, I do love it, and maybe it is still very much male dominated. But I know what you mean about the passion. I think I`ve told you before about Pete calling it `tribal therapy` - it`s quite a good description, it does give you a sense of belonging, and there`s nothing like letting yourself go and having good old roar to clear the emotional sinuses! (:o)

BTW is the small print at the end of your posting, `whispering`?(:o)

-- Anonymous, July 08, 2000

Mornin` Gav!

What you doing online this morning then? (:o)

-- Anonymous, July 08, 2000

Galaxy, the small print is sort of whispering and also a bit like the bottom of an amazing offer from someone when the real deal is put at the bottom...I would like to think that Nic won't be coming with me because she doesn't really feel it properly, but I reckon it's more likely that I'm just too selfish to risk missing a game myself. Sad but true :-(

-- Anonymous, July 08, 2000

You`ll just have to keep things sweet by booking a regular babysitter for Saturday nights and taking Nicola out - dinner, cinema, whatever. (:o)

-- Anonymous, July 08, 2000

Saturday nights? Have they stopped airing Match of the Day already? ;- )

-- Anonymous, July 08, 2000

Video it!(:o) I have to! (:o)

-- Anonymous, July 08, 2000

Galaxy, check your e-mail.

-- Anonymous, July 08, 2000

Actually Gav it was you that lowered to tone of the conversation to include shagging I was just defending myself, against slurs on my honour. :o)

-- Anonymous, July 09, 2000

Your honour! Yes, m'lady!

-- Anonymous, July 09, 2000

Saturday night was crap for anyone that's interested :)) Meal was ok but once I had to go out to a pub/club with her I just got bored shitless and being the Brutally Honest(tm) person that I am.....I told her that and went home....

Shouldn't have bothered in the first place cos I knew that I wasn't interested....

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

So what your saying Gav in being subtle is not your strong point? You would never have guessed that!!! :o)))

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

I stayed in sturday waiting for Gavs call : - ) Gym on sunday morn , dinner at home in the afternoon . Totally unlike me , and almost pathetic .

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

Mmmm whats going on between you and Gav then??? :o)

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

Back in Basel ;)

It's got nothing to do with subtlety...I can do that if I have to.....it's about not being able to lie or go through with something for someone else's sake if I really don't want to....I just can't help being honest....and it can be brutal so I've been told....

Sorry I didn't call mate.....I swear to you on my life that I'd much rather have been with you than her!

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

Very little at the moment : - (

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

Never mind Sting it looks like love is just around the corner ;o)

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

Sting.....I love you....happy Jay?

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

Eeeeeehhh Thats the nicest thing you've ever said pet : - )

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

Yes very happy. I like to see true love blossoming :o)

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

My it's slow on here today if this is the best we can do to get our jollies.....

Come on Jay, tell us a story about your last date in 1979...

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

Going to create a new thread

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

My last date was infact a couple of weeks ago. I am still seeing him now and again.

Gavin I was 8 years old in 1979, the only dates I was involved with at that time were the ones my Cindy Dolls and my Brothers Action Men went on.

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

I figured that your first and last date would've been as a child.....before you started burning those bra's :))

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

Now I have said thie before. I would never brun anyone of my bra's. The cost at least #20 each. And any women will tell you if you get one that fits right and is comfortable you never get rid of it. No matter how miscoloured it goes. :o)))

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

"love is just around the corner"

Just around the U-bend more like.

-- Anonymous, July 10, 2000

test

-- Anonymous, July 17, 2000