Liontamer

To be honest, being single again I'd rather have a nice glass of wine.

Strange isn't it but I've always been attracted to dark haired women. Just one of those things I suppose. Having said that I think all women are gorgeous.

Just HAS to be yellow. Dunno why but dark haired women just float my boat. Sorry to ruin the lives of all you blondes out there, but you'll get over it. Time is a great healer, & there's always Rod Stewart.

I did watch the meeting & I really enjoyed it. It's just that I was bored rigid by the ONE HOUR of padding, waffling & re-runs of old meetings. Sky always do it. Anyway, great result for the Brits. Well done lads. One final comment. Why couldn't we have the Yanks in the tournament instead of Hungry & Italy. I'm sure the racing would be even better with the likes of Hancock, Hammil, Ermolenko etc involved. Let's face it, last night was a three team meeting.

36 minutes into it & I've lost interest. Why do Sky always pad out their programmes with endless repeats of past meetings? Going for a shower before watching Coro.

25 minutes into it..FOR GOD'S SAKE GET ON WITH IT. I don't want to know what happened 50 years ago, I just want to watch a speedway meeting.

10 minutes into the first meeting, can someone please shoot that fkin trumpeter.

I went a couple of times & thought the track wasn't bad at all. Brent Werner certainly liked it.

Vincent 1) I very much doubt if we'll ever see speedway at Station Rd again (but I'd happily be proved wrong). 2) Don't know, but his sister Dolly make a lovely pair. (team work eh Tsunami).

I enjoyed last years coverage of the GPs by Channel 4, but this year, without Julia Bradbury they are boring & seem to be scheduled all over the place, so I haven't bothered.

Ladst Saturday's GP was the best comedy programme I've seen in ages. Nikki Pedersen is a star as far as I'm concerned. He's like a little kid who's been force fed "E" numbers. Even after he'd dragged his bike off the track he fell over & rolled round on his back, brilliant I nearly spit my beer out laughing at him. Top bloke.

& a paddy is an Irishman, & a............

Reaper, you really are a 24 carat plonker.

Why, what's wrong with you? You look alright, whereas me, I'm so ugly when dogs hump my leg they close their eyes. BTW, I've spent the last week trying to get my hands on a mobile phone holder like yours, but no luck so far.

Nah, it must have been that cheap watch you bought playing up again. I told you Rolex wasn't spelt with a "B".

Acorn Dobson has moved to Oakhampton I believe.

Bugger, I was hoping she hadn't noticed the mirror on the stick.

Blimey, I've just gone right off me whelks & chips supper.

I didn't stay, honest.

Hmmm, maybe we could launch it at Cardiff next year..... 2004 Billy Hamill "No Bull". 2005 Fd "Loads of Bull". By God lads, I think we're onto a winner here.

Oh please, please don't.................stop.

Hey Homer, I sat next to Shazzy & she's a top bird. Between you & me I reckon she'd scrub up quite nicely. Anyway, why weren't you there? Next year, no excuses ok? If you do decide to turn up, mine's a large one, Oh & you can buy me a pint while you're there.

Right then, after drawing the short straw for the second year running I set off towards Rugby, to pick up Steve Turner & Phil, before heading over to Coven(gag)try to collect Fd & Fd Jr. Having loaded the car up we set off for Cardiff & Fd kept us entertained by telling us all about his racing successes. We then turned out of his drive (only joking mate),& with a cheery wave & a smile we set off for Cardiff. Unfortunately we managed to get lost before we had even left Fd's road (I swear it's true). Anyway, we composed ourselves & were soon on our way again. We overtook the Coven(gag)try coaches just before Monmouth, & I received a text message from Krissie saying they were at Monmouth services. Sadly this came through too late as we were already lined up in a layby having a slash as the traffic thundered past, so we had to decline the offer to join them (not easy to text with your hands full). After several heated discussions & a show of handbags or two,(the navigator had left his reading glasses at home), we eventually agreed that we should exit the M4 at junction 32 (a unanimous decision by four "yes's" & one "please yer f***ing selves, I couldn't give a f***"). Anyway, we found a cracking place to park about two minutes walk from the stadium, & no, we're not telling you where it is, had a sort of picnic (sandwiches, burps, farts & weeing up tree trunks), before heading off to Sam's bar. After the meeting we eventually made our weary (& in some cases slaughtered) way back to the car, stopping only to wee up a few more trees, before setting off at a leisurely bat out of hell pace back to Rugby, Coven(gag)try, & Leicester. Phil was snoring & dribbling down his seatbelt before we were out of the car park, Fd & Fd Jr were asleep before we were out of Cardiff, & Steve kept awake for the whole journey (I dropped off just before Birmingham, but don't tell the others). Anyway guys, it was eventfull to say the least, but I had a great day, & it was good to see you all again. Only another year to go before.............God, I need a drink.