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Post by Blue Star Broon on Feb 7, 2012 19:34:00 GMT 1
Yeah CWL you can get get the pooch pic posted in seconds but what took so long with the Clubman lyrics? Nice one with the Shay gaff, mind you I was still sufferin! Almost forgot by the way that's not a picture of a pooch it's the Bedlington Terrorist himself ready for a night on the tiles (Good looking lad that Leazes!).  CWL  When I first saw the picture I thought it was a sheep. I don't know what a night on the tiles means but if it's anywhere near Sunderland he'd better steer clear.........he'll have more come on's then Cannyokie at Waldos...................  Think I'll stick to this thread........don't know how to swim! |
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Post by Fairscup on Feb 7, 2012 20:02:26 GMT 1
Yeah CWL you can get get the pooch pic posted in seconds but what took so long with the Clubman lyrics? Nice one with the Shay gaff, mind you I was still sufferin! Almost forgot by the way that's not a picture of a pooch it's the Bedlington Terrorist himself ready for a night on the tiles (Good looking lad that Leazes!). CWL Gawd Leazes - that Saudi sun and sand isn't doing you any good at all  |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2012 21:20:11 GMT 1
When I first saw the picture I thought it was a sheep. I don't know what a night on the tiles means but if it's anywhere near Sunderland he'd better steer clear.........he'll have more come on's then Cannyokie at Waldos................... Think I'll stick to this thread........don't know how to swim! No problem Broon I'll get Leazes to add 'a night on the tiles' to the 'to do list' for when we somehow all manage to be in the same location, at the same time. If that happens to be for an away game it will become self explanatory and even more so for a European fixture. CWL  |
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Post by Blue Star Broon on Feb 8, 2012 4:07:01 GMT 1
I know I promised a set list from the training match at Waldos so apologies for being late. In my defense I was in fact sufferin on match day from what the missus describes as severe alcohol poisoning and yesterday I traveled to the little town of Bethlehem (Pa), to celebrate my pops 84th. I can match the lad drink fer drink and shot fer shot but his recovery ability far surpasses mine. It’s quite possible I lack the drinkin genes found in that of a man from the “northeast”. The guy was bright and chipper a mere 5 hours after the taxi let us off. When I came downstairs he was enjoying a pre match breakfast provided by the wife while I was contemplating physician prescribed pain medication for my throbbing heed. And all this business about him sleeping during matches must be manufactured cause I’ve not seen it. He was up railing at the lads and singing “dodgie keeper” with the rest of the mags during the match. My wife watched the match with us and asked me after he left, “what does glue’em” mean.
Cannyokie arrived Saturday night with a bouquet of fresh flowers for my wife intended I’m sure to smooth over any ill will created from our last reunion. Before we left it was announced by the missus there would be an inspection of my lower region the following morning for any “tiny livestock infestations” as she’s well aware of the type women that frequent Waldo’s. So it’s off for yet another adventure of Broon and Canny, lovers of song, drink and all things Toon related.
We arrive at Waldo’s and Cannyokie is greeted like a pop star by the regular Karaoke singers. In fact when the MC announces him it’s always, “and now from across the pond it’s Cannyman” followed by a rousing round of applause. And now I too am receiving some adulation for being recognized as the lad’s wingman. But I believe it’s the “sexy” northeast accent not heard here often, and mischievous Geordie grin that does the lasses in here. Tonight is no different than other Karaoke nights I’ve attended, same crowd and same lack of good ale. Around 20 minutes into the session mobiles around the place started going off all at once with they’re various binks, bonks and other annoying sounds. Not a minute later a group of large way past middle aged women simultaneously thundered out like a herd of Buffalo with only a few of Cannyokies groupies remaining. I later inquired one of the remaining fans as to what triggered the mass exodus. It was explained to me that a text alert from one of the groups scouts went out informing the mob of an “Engelbert Humperdinck” impersonator performing cross town at a Holiday Inn. I guess the thought process there was why settle for chopped liver when you can have top sirloin.
Other events of the evening included Canny spying a very large women, (I think he called her Megasuarus) with her partner enjoying buffalo style chicken wings. He must have been watching her for a bit because he elbowed me in the ribs and told me to direct my attention to her spot at the bar and watch the exhibition. She was inhaling the treats with pace and “deboning” each one in a single slurp. Having seen the look of horror spread across my face as I witnessed the gruesome display and his trap deployed he quickly left the scene of the crime giggling with delight knowing he had achieved his goal of wrecking havoc upon an unsuspecting me. Later, trying to exact my revenge I challenged the lad to a 50/50 tackle on the same women to which he pulled a “Jonas” and flew off in another direction.
As promised I recorded his set list on my Blackberry knowing full well recall of the night’s events would be challenging. As recored:
Locomotive Breath – Jethro Tull
Behind Blue Eyes – The Who
Everybody Hurts – REM
Sometimes When We Touch – Dan Hill
Imagine – John Lennon
With or Without You – U2
The final memory of the night’s festivities was Cannyman crawling all about the taxi cabs floor looking for his mobile. As I was trying to unlock somewhat unsuccesfully the front door I hollered out to for him to check his pockets. Unfortunately this alerted the missus to our arrival time later to be used in a rant about, yeah you guessed it, my childish behavior. Eventually he found his phone, in his pocket where he had hidden it and we home safe and sound.
After the match Canny was off to treat his mother in law to brunch at a local restaurant. I was left to fend for myself against a smallish but never the less irate woman who discovered Cannyman’s crotchless y fronts left in the quest bed. Canny next time you’d better come with more than flowers!
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Post by Blue Star Broon on Feb 8, 2012 4:26:06 GMT 1
Hey, I've been promoted to Bronze...............lets celebrate! Broon and Canny, Luke and Yoda or the Booze Brothers take yer pick Attachments:
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Post by Fairscup on Feb 8, 2012 10:42:54 GMT 1
Broon thanks for an excellent summation of most things Canny. Sincerely hope that one of these events can be arranged on English, if not European soil some time in the near future. Your report on the social side of things is of eqaual quality to one of CWl'S match reports. Great stuff. Canny does sleep at matches both by his own admission and only several well directed nudges from myself kept him awake in the second half against WBA. But let's face it even the little fella can suffer from jetlag.  PS - Time you learned to swim |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2012 11:16:30 GMT 1
Great write up Broon and Canny is one of those rare humans that can sleep with his eyes open.................. CWL  |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2012 12:26:39 GMT 1
I know I promised a set list from the training match at Waldos so apologies for being late. In my defense I was in fact sufferin on match day from what the missus describes as severe alcohol poisoning and yesterday I traveled to the little town of Bethlehem (Pa), to celebrate my pops 84th. I can match the lad drink fer drink and shot fer shot but his recovery ability far surpasses mine. It’s quite possible I lack the drinkin genes found in that of a man from the “northeast”. The guy was bright and chipper a mere 5 hours after the taxi let us off. When I came downstairs he was enjoying a pre match breakfast provided by the wife while I was contemplating physician prescribed pain medication for my throbbing heed. And all this business about him sleeping during matches must be manufactured cause I’ve not seen it. He was up railing at the lads and singing “dodgie keeper” with the rest of the mags during the match. My wife watched the match with us and asked me after he left, “what does glue’em” mean. Cannyokie arrived Saturday night with a bouquet of fresh flowers for my wife intended I’m sure to smooth over any ill will created from our last reunion. Before we left it was announced by the missus there would be an inspection of my lower region the following morning for any “tiny livestock infestations” as she’s well aware of the type women that frequent Waldo’s. So it’s off for yet another adventure of Broon and Canny, lovers of song, drink and all things Toon related. We arrive at Waldo’s and Cannyokie is greeted like a pop star by the regular Karaoke singers. In fact when the MC announces him it’s always, “and now from across the pond it’s Cannyman” followed by a rousing round of applause. And now I too am receiving some adulation for being recognized as the lad’s wingman. But I believe it’s the “sexy” northeast accent not heard here often, and mischievous Geordie grin that does the lasses in here. Tonight is no different than other Karaoke nights I’ve attended, same crowd and same lack of good ale. Around 20 minutes into the session mobiles around the place started going off all at once with they’re various binks, bonks and other annoying sounds. Not a minute later a group of large way past middle aged women simultaneously thundered out like a herd of Buffalo with only a few of Cannyokies groupies remaining. I later inquired one of the remaining fans as to what triggered the mass exodus. It was explained to me that a text alert from one of the groups scouts went out informing the mob of an “Engelbert Humperdinck” impersonator performing cross town at a Holiday Inn. I guess the thought process there was why settle for chopped liver when you can have top sirloin. Other events of the evening included Canny spying a very large women, (I think he called her Megasuarus) with her partner enjoying buffalo style chicken wings. He must have been watching her for a bit because he elbowed me in the ribs and told me to direct my attention to her spot at the bar and watch the exhibition. She was inhaling the treats with pace and “deboning” each one in a single slurp. Having seen the look of horror spread across my face as I witnessed the gruesome display and his trap deployed he quickly left the scene of the crime giggling with delight knowing he had achieved his goal of wrecking havoc upon an unsuspecting me. Later, trying to exact my revenge I challenged the lad to a 50/50 tackle on the same women to which he pulled a “Jonas” and flew off in another direction. As promised I recorded his set list on my Blackberry knowing full well recall of the night’s events would be challenging. As recored: Locomotive Breath – Jethro Tull Behind Blue Eyes – The Who Everybody Hurts – REM Sometimes When We Touch – Dan Hill Imagine – John Lennon With or Without You – U2 The final memory of the night’s festivities was Cannyman crawling all about the taxi cabs floor looking for his mobile. As I was trying to unlock somewhat unsuccesfully the front door I hollered out to for him to check his pockets. Unfortunately this alerted the missus to our arrival time later to be used in a rant about, yeah you guessed it, my childish behavior. Eventually he found his phone, in his pocket where he had hidden it and we home safe and sound. After the match Canny was off to treat his mother in law to brunch at a local restaurant. I was left to fend for myself against a smallish but never the less irate woman who discovered Cannyman’s crotchless y fronts left in the quest bed. Canny next time you’d better come with more than flowers! Hmmmm ....some embellishment.......but close enough..............had to listen to the mother in law for an hour.......worse than any hangover......... |
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 8, 2012 13:36:10 GMT 1
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Post by Fairscup on Feb 8, 2012 13:37:26 GMT 1
If so it's wealthy |
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Post by LeazesEnder47 on Feb 8, 2012 16:53:53 GMT 1
Broon, Never doubted it for a minute ;D ;D ;D Having met Canny just the once when he was in Toon for a match at SJP, I can see why yor lass thought ye were acting like kids ;D ;D. My Mrs. Is still having nightmares after that "little" session and she never got te meet the guy!!! ;D We simply HAVE to do it again, with perhaps your good self in attendance?? Maybe if we make it into Europe by the end of the season............ Lasses will never understand the Toon Army's passion, Mrs Leazes can' get why I rant at the telly and chuck peanuts at it  Leazes. Not half pleased it was Canny that got the blame and not me.  PS. Name a date someone as I'm planning a number of different trips at the mo.  Blame proportioned equally Fairsy, think it was trying to describe a grey haired gnome with a ponytail that did the nightmares........ |
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Post by LeazesEnder47 on Feb 8, 2012 17:02:55 GMT 1
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Post by LeazesEnder47 on Feb 8, 2012 17:04:35 GMT 1
Almost forgot by the way that's not a picture of a pooch it's the Bedlington Terrorist himself ready for a night on the tiles (Good looking lad that Leazes!). CWL When I first saw the picture I thought it was a sheep. I don't know what a night on the tiles means but if it's anywhere near Sunderland he'd better steer clear.........he'll have more come on's then Cannyokie at Waldos................... Think I'll stick to this thread........don't know how to swim! Hey Broon, who ye caalin' a sheep?!.......... |
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Post by LeazesEnder47 on Feb 8, 2012 17:09:58 GMT 1
That's an easy one Broon................however as a dog lover you should know the Terrier can drink more during pre match training!  CWL And afta, CWL  |
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Post by LeazesEnder47 on Feb 8, 2012 17:13:36 GMT 1
Yeah CWL you can get get the pooch pic posted in seconds but what took so long with the Clubman lyrics? Nice one with the Shay gaff, mind you I was still sufferin! Almost forgot by the way that's not a picture of a pooch it's the Bedlington Terrorist himself ready for a night on the tiles (Good looking lad that Leazes!). CWL AAWW Shucks CWL, ye say the nicest things............ |
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