I just looked up Garon on Facebook...he's gone BALD and got fat..! But no...he didn't blub. He faced Wogga like a (short) man.
I don't see how someone bollocking you in a bumpkin oo-aar accent can make you cry. I'd laugh in his stupid rustic face.
I remember a school trip in 1979 to the railway museum in York. Someone threw a sandwich at the driver on the m62 and shoted that he loved Little Jimmy Osmond. He stopped the coach and our head of History, Mr. "Wogga" Williams smacked the culprit (garon Reeves) around the ear. Drama over.
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I just popped over to that thread again to update myself on crygate...there's a bloke on there now who was in the team hotel before The St. Patricks day massacre...apparently they were all sat at different tables for dinner not talking to each other. Sounds like a bunch of Premenstural teenage...