Monthly Archives: June 2006

Vindaloo

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vindaloo, vindaloo, and we all love vindaloo,
We’re England
We’re going to score one more than you,
 
       ENGLAND!
 
I KNOW I KEEP BANGING ON ABOUT THIS BUT……
 
Facking Hell, We aint playing that good, but we ARE still in it.!!!
 
 
                                 
 
 
           Who do you think you are kidding Mr. Klinsmann
                        if you think we’re on the run!
                            
                           
 
Ye Olde Seadog, after an evening down the pub, supporting the National Football Team!
 
Saturday 1st July 16.00 BST,  Quarter Finals,  Portugal or Holland…..
See those fuckers off…. maybe Brazil ( that may be a tad more difficult) ,
then its THE FINAL!!!!
to be continued……….
 
Ps. Much Much thanks to Desolation Angel for her continued supprt through these exciting ( for me  anyway ) times!!!
Go Girl!!! 
 
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C- must do better

Regular reader(s) will have noted a lack of entries over the last week, curious, seeing as this blog has started to turn into a footie related errr…blog type thingy.
well the reason is this..
Confucious, he say   "dont tempt providence fatty, coz you might live to regret your words "
by this i have taken it to mean that if I come on here shouting my gob off about The Engerland and our world cup aspirations, then like the horny chiuaua and the receptive elephant, we would be doomed to faiure.
And so it came to pass, the bandy leggged footballing crusaders have progressed through the group stages to the second round, rather like a keystone kops movie, they have blundered their way through.
2 wins 1 draw ( more later about that! ) 5 goals for 2 against . 7 points , top top top of our group, no Germany to play yet, and its starting to looka possibility.
yes we haven’t played well, yes we should have won that bastard match tonight against sweden, giving a soft goal away like that with minutes to go, might make a neutral observer ponder about the possibility of …" a FIX" ??
But then, coming from someone who has spent a lot of time down Villa Park, where I have watched some dogy shit ( football games that is, not "dodgy shit" ), sometimes it happens.
Negatives are plenty, Owen getting injured, Rio coming off, some kamikaze defending, worthy of schoolboy footy, and that last goal!!
Fuck ME!!!
What is it with Sweden, we can’t beat the twats
However I have met and spoken at length to both Mr. Allback, (who saved the Villa from a disastrous season and relagation, a few seasons ago) and Mr. Mellberg (who nearly bought my sisters house but didn’t in the end),
and they are two jolly nice lads, who deserve a bit of success.
But not at our expense Mssrs. Allbach & Mellberg!!!
Positive a few, but are there.
Rooney, coming on strong.
Joe Cole and his goal.
Stevie Gerrard and peter crouch and frankie lampard , not getting yellow cards.
Becks and his balls in ( ooeerr, dont let posh read this or its curtains for me!)
At least we are scoring goals now.
Perhaps Sven was right with his squad selection after all.
time will tell.
Not much longer now, next game Ecuador, through that , last 8 ….
Who knows…
Is this the one???
Is it coming home??
                         
 
 
                          I fucking hope so!
 
COME ON YOU ENGLAND!!

Word Cup Willie!

                                    
 
                                 ENGLAND EXPECTS!
 
 
                 Bet that got you thinking!!  
 


                     

Weekend…what weekend?

  Well, what a weekend!
Firstly, I had an ALL OVER body massage at the clarins stand ( which was nearly not the only thing that was standing i can tell you!). Very enjoyable, all thanks to the lovely Mrs. Dog , who had accumulated the time on her " time for me " card. ( expensive loyalty card that you have to spend fortunes on ).
1 hour later, I emerged from the booth, that laid back, i thought I had become Bob Marley for a minute.
 
Which was just as well, ( that I was feeling laid back that is , not being Bob Marley ) as the usual PMT (pre match tension ) had set in before the England / Paraguay match.
I have to confess here to being an embryo chav, as we are the only ones in our road to have an England flag hanging out of the window!
Anyway 1 match,1 goal to the Engerland ,three points and  6 pints of Stella later , I am happy as larry and as pissed as a shit.
 Then it was  back to our house where I fell asleep for 6 hours, thereby missing all the other footy that was on, and Dr. Who… Tits!
The next morning brought sunshine, a thumping headache, and an early start as we had tickets to go the the British Grand Prix at Silverstone…..
Corporate tickets…hospitality tickets!!! 
Ho yus vicar sergeant… open bar… 
Oh dear oh dear.    
Luckily for me, and my license Mrs.Dog was driving, so the die was cast…..
We got there about 8.45 am after an hours drive, to a welcome of bacon & sausage butties, tea , coffee, and orange juice.
"Where’s the facking bar?" I asked of the friendly waiter, a Polish gent called christop, as I found out later.
" I’m sorry sir, its not open until 10.30am" .
Fuck
However, and happily I might add, I was not the only one of our party to be anxious to get my neck round some champers, and at 10.30am on the dot, copius bottles of Mums ( thats the brand, not MY mums ) champers were duly cracked open, and the alcohol fest began.
I have since been informed that the tickets are worth about a grand, well I tell thee, I must have consumed the better part of at least 4 bottles of the fizzy white stuff.
Plus white wine, plus Pimms & lemonade.
Boy I was pissed.
I spent most of the time there talking to a guy I have known for years, 25 in fact, but have never met before, and his wife Natasha, and her friend Rochelle, drinking champers solidly, non stop.
Now I know that every body says this every time they get shit faced but…
Never again! 
Happily I didnt puke up, and also happily , apart from getting ballistically drunk, chatting a bit , having a laugh, and passing out at about 4 pm, I didn’t do anything to be too embarressed about, so there is a possibilty of going next year.
I dont remember getting home, I do remember having to be helped up the road by our neighbour, coz I was too pissed to stand!  
My fucking head hurt the next morning, and all day , and all night as well.
Don’t let anybody tell you they don’t get a hangover with champagne, its bollocks.It just means they haven’t drunk enough!
I think Alonso won the race, but by that stage I really didn’t give a toss.
So thanks to Chris, the host, my boss for getting me the tickets, and Gary,Natasha, Rochelle, Tim , and Russ and Diane  for the company and roll on next year, so we can do it again!! (but perhaps not really drink so much next time!)
 
 

40 Years Of Hurt

Could this be the one??
         
                    
 
            
It’s coming home
It’s coming home
It’s coming
Football’s coming home…
(We’ll go on getting bad results, getting bad results..)
It’s coming home
It’s coming home
It’s coming
Football’s coming home
It’s coming home
It’s coming home
It’s coming
Football’s coming home
It’s coming home
It’s coming home
It’s coming
Football’s coming home
             
Everyone seems to know the score
They’ve seen it all before
They just know
They’re so sure
That England’s Gonna throw it away
Gonna blow it away
But I know they can play
‘Cause I remember… 
             
Three  Lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming 
Forty years of hurt
Never stopped me dreaming
             
So many jokes, so many sneers
But all those oh-so-nears
Wear you down
Through the years
But I still see that tackle by Moore
And when Lineker scored
Bobby belting the ball
And Nobby Dancing
            
Three Lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming 
Forty  years of hurt
Never stopped me dreaming
              
(England have done it, in the last minute of extra time)
(What a save, good old England, England who couldn’t play football, England have got it in the bag )
I know that was then
But it could be again
              
It’s coming home
It’s coming
Football’s coming home
It’s coming home
It’s coming home
It’s coming
Football’s coming home
(England have done it)
              
It’s coming home
It’s coming home
It’s coming
Football’s coming home
It’s coming home
It’s coming home
It’s coming
Football’s coming home
It’s coming home
It’s coming home
It’s coming
Football’s coming home
Three Lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming 
Forty  years of hurt
Never stopped me dreaming
                
 
                            
COME ON ENGLAND!!
 
KIck off for the World Cup Friday 9.06.06  17.00 BST
Germany V  Costa Rica
 
Our match against Paraguay kicks off Saturday 10.6.06
                            14.00 BST…….
 
                       Its coming Home!!!
                                   
 
                                                             
 
 
 
                                    
 
 
 
 
 

That Was The Weekend That Was

Well folks, sorry no updates, its been ultra busy at Dog Towers.
Firstly it was me & Mrs. Dogs Wedding anniversary on Saturday..yup, 17 years…
FACKING HELL!
Somehow it doesn’t feel like 17 months sometimes. 
We spent it at a fuck off wedding at a place called Grafton Manor, pictures of which will appear in some wedding magazine somewhere.. i’m not joking! the girl that got married had won a dress in a competition,and part of the deal was to publish  pics of the aforementioned feminine attire  and associated wedding.
The dress apparently was worth over £4000 .. yes four thousand for the numerically blind amongst us. Facking Hell again!
Why do folks spend that kind of cash for a dress that should and probably will be only worn once?
Mrs. dogs dress was CONSIDERABLY more reasonable than that, for 2 reasons.
It was 17 years ago
We were skint
But she looked breathtaking all the same. Its not what’s outside but what’s inside that matters.
Freeflowing vino, great nosh, fabulous weather, all in all a great day.
The next day brought Mrs. Dogs birthday. ( good planning all those years ago, means that I have never fogotten the old growlers birthday or our anniversary, though once I did get the days mixed up… ooops. never again, I can tell you! ) , and as she had never been to Warwick Castle …. that where we went.
As stated in a previous blog, this country has got some absolutely fabulous places, decked in history centuries old, and tourists flock from all over the world to drink in some of the heady vapours of time gone by that still inger in places like Warwick Castle.
First built on the orders of THE  William the conqueror in 1068 as a wooded fort, it has over the years been built and rebulit to its present glory.
It has seen conflict, romance, passion, torture, so many things are contained in the walls of the castle.
The staff are well briefed, informative and very helpfull. There is lots to see and do, and is well worth a full days visit.
Minus points are few, but a mention must be made of the entrance fee.
£ 15.95 per person I think is a price that will put many people off. Certainly if you arrive after about 3pm you are not going to get value for your hard earned spondos.
Having said that, some of the " attractions " in the castle are well worth visiting, so go ahead, drink in some history!