Sunday - What's your plan of action
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Spurger King
can't smile without glue
- Jul 22, 2008
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It's my birthday on Friday so I should have recovered by Sunday...in time to get drunk all over again. Whether it's depressed drinking or celebratory drinking of course remains to be seen.
eddiev14
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- Jan 18, 2005
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eddiev14
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Are both not possible simultaneously?!
Spurger King
can't smile without glue
- Jul 22, 2008
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Many happy returns! Surely the birthday gods will smile upon us!
And I return the happy returns!
You never know....the one time the gooners got to the champions league final was on my birthday. At 1-0 down and with Sol looking like he'd scored the winner it was shaping up to be the worst birthday ever. We all know how that ended up
eddiev14
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And I return the happy returns!
You never know....the one time the gooners got to the champions league final was on my birthday. At 1-0 down and with Sol looking like he'd scored the winner it was shaping up to be the worst birthday ever. We all know how that ended up
Oh yeah! That was awesome!
More of the same on Sunday please (and a Spurs win of course!).
Yid-ol
Just-outside Edinburgh
- Jan 16, 2006
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Getting drunk watching it, yes. Watching at the pool, no. Which ever option involves alcohol.
not_tenth-again
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- Jun 19, 2009
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My plan is go to bed.... wake up in the morning and check the net.
Shit house timing in Sydney especially as we don't have cable at home
Shit house timing in Sydney especially as we don't have cable at home
I'll be parked in front of the TV with a glass of Bowmores 12-year old in front of me. In my left hand I will hold a wax effigy of Wojciech Tomasz Szczesny Esq., and in my right I will hold a piece of rusty barbed wire, which will be frequently poked into the effigy between sips of whisky.
Gbspurs
Gatekeeper for debates, King of the plonkers
- Jan 27, 2011
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Sods law it will be us that let you down. never bet on spurs.
dricha1
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- Jul 26, 2005
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I just can't bring myself to bet on either Spurs or Arsenal when the magnitude of each match is so huge.
If I lost the bets then fantastic we'd have CL, but if the bets came in?...I'd feel so guilty almost as if my financial luck directly caused Spurs to miss out. So guilty I'd ended blowing all the winnings in the club shop on a framed signed Dempsey picture, this seasons home shirt with Bentley on the back and the '101 greatest ever Parker pirouettes' DVD (vol 2).
No, if we miss out on CL I'd rather sulk, poorer and alone for the whole of the summer. ;~)
This is my Sunday.
05:30 hours - wake up to crying child, try desperately to keep him quiet in fear of waking the other two up, by nudging my wife and telling her to go sort him the fuck out.
06:00 hours - get fed up of the crying, get out of bed to make the boys their breakfast, normally this is my time to watch Match of the Day, only this sunday there is an issue with that, so I may try and get a sneaky game of Fifa in, or if I'm feeling a bit risky, a game of Black Ops 2.(my wife doesn't like me playing this in front of kids... meh to her).
08:00 - Take a cuppa and a bowl of special k to the wife, thats her breakfast allowance, as I don't want her getting over 9 stone again, but I'm nice about it as it's breakfast in bed.
08:10 - go and make some boiled eggs and soldiers for myself, dashed in pepper.
08:13 - start cracking eggs and release I've over cooked them and don't have a runny yolk.
08:14 - start again, and feed hard boiled eggs to kids ;-)
09:00 - starting the ever lasting job of painting the hallway, stair's and upstairs landing - last coat finally, and should take about an hour.
09:10 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
09:20 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
09:30 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
09:40 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
09:50 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
10:00 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
10:10 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
10:20 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
10:30 - finish what should have taken an hour in an hour and a half because my wife is watching repeats of Teen Mom 2
11:32 - go make my own cup to tea, with maybe a bourbon.
11:40 - Get the wallpapering table and tools out ready to wallpaper the hallway wall (she has gone one feature wall in the downstairs hallway)
12:45 - should finish the wallpapering, so at this point, I'll go and have a shit and run a bath.
13:00 - finish bath, be dressed, and come downstairs - get moaned at that everyone is hungry.
13:02 - take orders for lunches, and get to making the lunches for everyone
13:10 - give the baby his sandwich - cheddar, philidelphia and a bit of ham, with chopped up bits of grape, strawberry, carrots and cucumber.
13:15 - give the middle son his standard ham sandiwche and bag of crisps
13:20 - give eldest son the elaborate concoction of a wrap, stuffed with ham, cheese, cucumber and tomato, with an accompanied side salad of tomato, lettuce, olives, tomato's and advocado with a balsmaic dressing (he's 7 FFS)
13:25 - provide my wife the salad with a granary seeded salad sandwich.
13:35 - by this time, I'll just take a ham and tomato ketchup sandwiche with a bag of salt and vinegar disco's
13:50 - turn on the xbox, and let the two eldest have a play of star wars lego, whilst I clean up breakfast and lunch stuff.
14:10 - start getting the boys ready to go out.
14:30 - leave the front door and get the boys into the car
14:45 - finally start the engine and leave to go to the park to let the boys run about, drive around the road, go back and pick up football, that we would have forgotten.
16:00 - finally home after a great run about, and get prepping dinner - this week, it's roast lamb.
16:10 - lamb sealed and in the oven, start on veg prep
16:15 - spuds peeled and in salted water
16:20 - Cabbage prepped with onion and lardons of bacon - in bowls ready to saute at last minute
16:30 - Peel, chop and prepare roasted veggies, stuffing and make batter for yorkies
Blah blah blah, get moaned at, shout at kids, but make rest of dinner.
18:00 - sit down to eat dinner, wife moans that gravy is too thick, bribe kids with £1 coins to eat their veg.
18:30 finish the sunday evening fight that is the roast dinner.
18:45 - bath time!!! (unfortunately, not with my wife)
19:00 - kids in bath, fighting, laughing, screaming, crying - me and wife soaked.
19:30 - kids all washed, clean, teeth brushed, bodies and hair talced, in pyjama's, and its finally bed time.
20:00 - finished reading the stories, kids in bed, head downstairs
20:05 - grab bag of minstrels, I've been saving all week
20:10 - check phone and football scores.
20:15 - pretend I wasn't bothered that Spurs haven't secured a CL spot
20:20 - get more and more angry when I find out, that Newcastle keeper scored a 99th minute OG to give Arsenal the win
20:30 - wife goes to bath, I get a sneaky game of fifa or black ops in
21:00 - sneak upstairs to peek on the wife in the bath - see if she is shaving her fanny or something
21:05 - her calling me a pervert
21:15 - decide what film to watch, go for a rom com, in hope that she might want to wank me off at least
21:20 - go in for the rub the erection on her thigh to get her wet type move
21:20:06 - her telling me get the fuck off her
21:20:30 - me saying this film is shit, I'm watching some action
21:20:45 - her rolling over to go to sleep, me watching a film film.
22:00 approx - turn TV off and fall asleep.
No jokes, thats my sunday, every fucking sunday.
My life sucks.
05:30 hours - wake up to crying child, try desperately to keep him quiet in fear of waking the other two up, by nudging my wife and telling her to go sort him the fuck out.
06:00 hours - get fed up of the crying, get out of bed to make the boys their breakfast, normally this is my time to watch Match of the Day, only this sunday there is an issue with that, so I may try and get a sneaky game of Fifa in, or if I'm feeling a bit risky, a game of Black Ops 2.(my wife doesn't like me playing this in front of kids... meh to her).
08:00 - Take a cuppa and a bowl of special k to the wife, thats her breakfast allowance, as I don't want her getting over 9 stone again, but I'm nice about it as it's breakfast in bed.
08:10 - go and make some boiled eggs and soldiers for myself, dashed in pepper.
08:13 - start cracking eggs and release I've over cooked them and don't have a runny yolk.
08:14 - start again, and feed hard boiled eggs to kids ;-)
09:00 - starting the ever lasting job of painting the hallway, stair's and upstairs landing - last coat finally, and should take about an hour.
09:10 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
09:20 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
09:30 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
09:40 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
09:50 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
10:00 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
10:10 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
10:20 - shout at wife to keep the kids away from the walls.
10:30 - finish what should have taken an hour in an hour and a half because my wife is watching repeats of Teen Mom 2
11:32 - go make my own cup to tea, with maybe a bourbon.
11:40 - Get the wallpapering table and tools out ready to wallpaper the hallway wall (she has gone one feature wall in the downstairs hallway)
12:45 - should finish the wallpapering, so at this point, I'll go and have a shit and run a bath.
13:00 - finish bath, be dressed, and come downstairs - get moaned at that everyone is hungry.
13:02 - take orders for lunches, and get to making the lunches for everyone
13:10 - give the baby his sandwich - cheddar, philidelphia and a bit of ham, with chopped up bits of grape, strawberry, carrots and cucumber.
13:15 - give the middle son his standard ham sandiwche and bag of crisps
13:20 - give eldest son the elaborate concoction of a wrap, stuffed with ham, cheese, cucumber and tomato, with an accompanied side salad of tomato, lettuce, olives, tomato's and advocado with a balsmaic dressing (he's 7 FFS)
13:25 - provide my wife the salad with a granary seeded salad sandwich.
13:35 - by this time, I'll just take a ham and tomato ketchup sandwiche with a bag of salt and vinegar disco's
13:50 - turn on the xbox, and let the two eldest have a play of star wars lego, whilst I clean up breakfast and lunch stuff.
14:10 - start getting the boys ready to go out.
14:30 - leave the front door and get the boys into the car
14:45 - finally start the engine and leave to go to the park to let the boys run about, drive around the road, go back and pick up football, that we would have forgotten.
16:00 - finally home after a great run about, and get prepping dinner - this week, it's roast lamb.
16:10 - lamb sealed and in the oven, start on veg prep
16:15 - spuds peeled and in salted water
16:20 - Cabbage prepped with onion and lardons of bacon - in bowls ready to saute at last minute
16:30 - Peel, chop and prepare roasted veggies, stuffing and make batter for yorkies
Blah blah blah, get moaned at, shout at kids, but make rest of dinner.
18:00 - sit down to eat dinner, wife moans that gravy is too thick, bribe kids with £1 coins to eat their veg.
18:30 finish the sunday evening fight that is the roast dinner.
18:45 - bath time!!! (unfortunately, not with my wife)
19:00 - kids in bath, fighting, laughing, screaming, crying - me and wife soaked.
19:30 - kids all washed, clean, teeth brushed, bodies and hair talced, in pyjama's, and its finally bed time.
20:00 - finished reading the stories, kids in bed, head downstairs
20:05 - grab bag of minstrels, I've been saving all week
20:10 - check phone and football scores.
20:15 - pretend I wasn't bothered that Spurs haven't secured a CL spot
20:20 - get more and more angry when I find out, that Newcastle keeper scored a 99th minute OG to give Arsenal the win
20:30 - wife goes to bath, I get a sneaky game of fifa or black ops in
21:00 - sneak upstairs to peek on the wife in the bath - see if she is shaving her fanny or something
21:05 - her calling me a pervert
21:15 - decide what film to watch, go for a rom com, in hope that she might want to wank me off at least
21:20 - go in for the rub the erection on her thigh to get her wet type move
21:20:06 - her telling me get the fuck off her
21:20:30 - me saying this film is shit, I'm watching some action
21:20:45 - her rolling over to go to sleep, me watching a film film.
22:00 approx - turn TV off and fall asleep.
No jokes, thats my sunday, every fucking sunday.
My life sucks.
NP4_Yid
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- Jun 18, 2008
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We have frighteningly similar lives!
JUSTINSIGNAL
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- Jul 10, 2008
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I actually LOOOOOL'd
It doesn't enthuse me on the prospect of getting married and having kids though
I actually LOOOOOL'd
It doesn't enthuse me on the prospect of getting married and having kids though
I wouldn't change it for the all the money in the world mate.
My youngest boy, Zachary, is just the cutest, he is about 18 months old now, he just waddles up to me, puts his head on my lap and stays there hugging me
But, if I wanted to, I could go to the pub and watch the football, but I can't put myself through the torment of it!
ThorntonSpur
every away game is a home game
- Jan 21, 2011
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contemplating going for a six mile walk with the girlfriend and our dog then watching highlights on MOTD knowing Mr Linikers smile will give it away. the wrong smile switch off and off to bed.
SonicSarr
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- Jun 7, 2012
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What exactly does your wife do? There is a very convenient window between 4pm and 6pm when all you appear to be doing is cooking dinner. I suggest that at 8.00 when you take the breakfast to your wife that you firmly advise her that she will be cooking dinner today and that you will be watching the football. Then return early from your kick-about, get down the pub, watch the football and then go home to a ready cooked dinner.
My god man you should have had this shit sorted before you got married.
