You’re all probably wondering what this cult of personality nonsense is all about and I’m guessing that Yaz didn’t clock the white shirt I had on yesterday, but it’s a symbol of affiliation to one Phil Brooks, aka in the world of WWE as CM Punk, AKA THE CULT OF PERSONALITY [YAZ I HEAR U GROAN, OH SO THAT’S WHAT THE NUMPTY WAS GOING ON ABOUT AT THE START OF THIS RANT!!!]. ![]()
But I guess I’d better get back to the task in hand of trying to recall the weeks and months leading up to yesterday! A mighty stroke of luck towards the back end of October, gave me the chance to finally live out two dreams in the space of a month. The first one being to sample the madness of Derby Day in Glasgow, and for those who remember the shocking weather and 3,000mph winds up there on that day [Ok slight exaggeration on my part!], it was certainly an occasion that makes a north London derby in either N5 or N17 or anywhere else for that matter, look like a pre season friendly. I’ve not and probably won’t ever experience an atmosphere like it again at an English football ground, and when you think I’ve actually been live and seen Spurs win at Man City to secure Champions League Football, the 5-1 cup demolition of Yaz’s nearest and dearest [Sorry Babe!], and beating Chelski in the League Cup final, I think you get the picture of just what it means, not just to me being brought up in the Celtic way of thinking, but people worldwide with an Old Firm affiliation! So December 28th 2011, will mean a hell of a lot, especially when you wait 17 odd years for the chance to go to a game, winning it made it even sweeter!![]()
Now being the kind hearted soul that I am, I agreed to meet Miss D over in west wheezy, otherwise known to you middle class lot as WEST LONDON, leave me alone, I’m a north Londoner and norm the only time people like me hit west side, is when they’re going to Heathrow! I was meant to be over that way early yesterday morning, but as it turned out, I didn’t need to. That being said, I was hardly going to let the good lady slum it on the tube down to me on her own now was I! A mate of mine offered to be driver for the day, which came in mighty handy, esp as getting out of Ally Pally can be a pain if the event finishes late! So I arrived at the secret location in plenty of time, though I do wish I’d seen Yaz’s face when she first found out that she was getting picked up in a transit van, it would have been the guy’s merc instead love, but I told him you were tired of that kind of treatment and wanted to see how the other half lived lol! ![]()
. God knows how I managed to control myself in that seat, but I did! As you can well imagine, all interest in the Snooker was on hold until full time, then the sickener of a 95th minute pen came through, but no matter how pissed off I was at the time, Miss Gooner def had a calming influence on me, and I even managed a rueful smile, wondering what might have been if Jd had been slightly taller, when that ball came to him. Still, at least now at the mid session interval, I could get it out of my system properly and concentrate on the reason I’d spent out money on these tickets!!! Seemed to me like the afternoon session went on forever, but the biggest wind up was Yaz thinking the gooners were 0-0 at half time and left the arena, only for me to check and see that Utd had scored in stoppage time, I don’t think she was too impressed with me, LIKE IT WAS MY FAULT!!!
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If only all the other gooner cuckoos could have seen u wearing my Celtic Jacket, but you looked nice in it. Yes folks, me being me, took my jacket off to let the lady wear it, I don’t feel the cold like Yaz does, I’ve got extra insulation I guess you could say! We’d killed enough time now after going back inside and just chatting about random stuff for a while and some hot drinks to warm the old girl back up again [sorry, couldn’t resist that hun!], and so it was time for the evening session. You could tell there was more of a buzz around the place in the evening, and the very few empty seats that there were during the afternoon had all been taken by the time we got back in the arena, so it was even more of a tight squeeze than before, it’s quite lucky Yaz is a skinny chick [ANYONE THAT SAYS OTHERWISE IS A FUCKIN LUNATIC!], otherwise her poor yet ridiculously long legs wouldn’t have been able to take it! The first four frames of the evening’s play seemed to rattle off in no time at all with the exception of one frame, which I think was another 30+ minute job. So it seemed, Yaz thought this would be the ideal opportunity to go sleep for half an hour, with her head resting on my shoulder, did I really mind a gooner sleeping on my shoulder I hear u ask, nah not really.
No darlin, there was no dribble on my shirt, I checked when I got home and having taped all the evening session, sadly there was no camera shot of u sleeping, which is a pity cos it would have been headline stuff!
Nerves must have got the better of me, as the picture came out blurred. Most people would accept this and think yeah I’m happy just getting a picture! Oh no, not Yaz, who decided to jump the queue AGAIN, and amazingly enough a different person at the front of the queue, also in his numpty state decided to let Yaz go in front of him! I didn’t believe it until last night, but the woman certainly knows how to get her way, even with random strangers. I just stood there totally gob smacked by it all, but had to laugh at the same time!![]()
! Time for one last fag for the lady before we went back in, and just when I’m thinking that the madness was over, you managed to outdo yourself again didn’t ya! Walking back into the arena, we bumped into the same referee we’d seen outside. Yazmin remembering her earpiece wasn’t working, decided to inform him of this in the middle of the rushing crowd trying to get back to their seats and so he gave you a new one, unbelievable, you outdid yourself there hun! I couldn’t see the match lasting much longer as Robertson led 8-4 at the interval, so I’d rung my driver and told him to be there for around 10.30 as we had to get the gooner safely back to west side! Robertson duly obliged after losing two frames from the restart to take a 10-6 victory, and whilst he picked up £150k for a week’s work, I was more than content with my winning bet, which pretty much paid for the day! ![]()
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So yeah, I guess you could say a mad few weeks taking in some amazing times, was really capped off by the one that deep down I was probably looking forward to the most, and in reality the one I enjoyed the most too. For me, seeing Yazmin is a rare enough thing, but it certainly makes me appreciate the girl even more, and I always enjoy the time I spend with her, as we all know it’s not all about the looks with u sweetheart, it’s the kind hearted person and down to earth persona that I like more! Don’t get me wrong, Yazmin is a stunner, and I did find myself looking at her sitting next to me in just sheer amazement that the best looking girl in the Palace yesterday was with me!!!
I JUST WONDER IF DANNY DYER KNEW WHO YOU REALLY WERE, OF COURSE HE DID!!!
Thanks again Yazmin, Love u xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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