hindleymonwafc
Vital Champions League
Right progress report....the Captain sobered up yesterday just long enough to ascertain where the hell we are. Apparently we are steaming north up the Severn, bound for Shrewsbury ( no mean feat for a vessal of this size ). Unfortunately I begin to question the Captain's sanity........somebody has let the cat out the bag and told him where Shrewsbury used to play their home games. Well that was it.....he flounced down for dinner with his hula-hula skirt on, blond wig, false eye-lashes and dangly ear-rings. He looked more like Vera Duckworth than our esteemed commander. All went well until he got stuck into the margaritas and things quickly descended into farce. He's managed to upset a table of wealthy Americans when he approached their table, lifted up his skirt and asked them what they thought of the Captain's Log ?....One elderly lady passed out and the doctor was called. He was quickly ushered off to bed ( by the usher ofcourse ) and calm was restored.
Our leader is in a foul mood this morning...I caught him stood on the starboard bow with his trousers round his ankles staring into the murky waters. When I asked what the hell he was doing he said he felt like tossing himself off.
PS.....one of the younger members of the crew thought they had spotted Shrewsbury on the horizon but it turned out to be Fiddlers Ferry power station.
Our leader is in a foul mood this morning...I caught him stood on the starboard bow with his trousers round his ankles staring into the murky waters. When I asked what the hell he was doing he said he felt like tossing himself off.
PS.....one of the younger members of the crew thought they had spotted Shrewsbury on the horizon but it turned out to be Fiddlers Ferry power station.