Ad a reight f.ckin laff last Friday. Invited to a nephews wedding in a posh hotel on the outskirts of York, the "trouble" not trusting me mag to f.ckin grid skills bought one o them Tom Tom f.ckin things ta mek sure we got theer oreight.Kick off 12 noon, so sets off at 10am to give us bags o time, so No1 navigator sets the f.ckin thing and orft we jolly well go.
12 - 15 with the "trouble" pulling her hair out, the super duper latest technology guides us to a chip shop in a lay by on the A19 York selby Rd. Double reight fer me cos I wuz starvin Hagler, so whil,st the "troubles" asking directions I,m stuffin me boat race wi a big f.ck off bag o jockey,s whips.
Coorse it,s f.ckin earache time, she wunt even shurrup when I offered her a chip. F.ckin Women!
Eventually gets to our destination as the ceremony has just finished, so first into the beer garden fer free champers, lubbly jubbly.
Great sit down scoff and too many pints, so I let the "trouble" drive us back up to Durham following the instructions of f.ckin Tom Tom, whil,st I doss down in the back.
Who the f.ckin ell is this Tom Tom geezer anyway?
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