WHOS GOT MARVELLOUS MELONS?
Another Great day out at Wembley with the only low point the 90 minutes on the pitch. The pub before the match left more than just the monkey puzzled as to who let the stink bomb off in the bog. QPR on the domino card led to Red Bulls and vodkas all round and there was an appearance by Fruity, brother of Londons Ive been to Harrods Shake A Leg. The Toon gave us a little to shout about this time, and so we did. But coming out of the ground, the Durham country (original spelling corrected – ed) members – consisting of Kirky, me and James – got detached. We landed at various destinations along the tube line, finishing up alco popped at Kings Cross. This led to the highlight of the evening when cards were collected from numerous phone boxes in the area. Then the Turks, already in English footballs bad books, tried to finish off another batch of fans by selling Pink kebabs, which remarkably produced bright green turds 24 hours later. (Note: Wheely Bin was totally unaffected by the scraps of
