Billy Mays
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You know how in the first fleeting moments after you wake up a dream is so vivid you can still see , smell and taste it? Well I have to write this down before it's gone for ever. It was so perfect.
I was on my way to a match with all my mates I used to see years ago. It was one of those days when everyone has turned out. The scene kept changing. One minute we were on a train and there was an unfortunate group of PFC in-breds to laugh at. Nothing sinister or threatening but it was just funny because everything in BHA world was coming up roses and they were rapidly heading the other way and it just felt so...so....JUST!
The next we were in a car in some beautiful part of Germany. I have no idea what game were going to but that didn't matter. We had just reached the stage where we agreed that we were stopping for a beer at the next place we saw when it came into view. Piling out of the car (which didn't need a driver because it mysteriously just drove itself wherever we wanted to go) we entered heaven. We were in this fantastic pub where there was just this wonderful warm feeling of friendship and everyone was blissfully happy. Finally it was my turn to order from the longer than a Colchester centre-half's clearance list of beers. I'd never heard of any of them but you knew that each of them was going to be fantastic and they all came foaming in these brilliantly shaped beer glasses (I have a bit of a thing for beer glasses).
They were all a bit pricey but that didn't matter because magically when you took any Euros out of your wallet they were instantly replaced!
Handing me a foaming stein of cold weissbier which came with a little plate of delicious morsels - potato dumplings and the like - the little old white haired barmaid said something brilliantly witty about how you "can't get zis one in Littlehampton boys". Ok I knew my schoolboy German was heavily accented but at a stroke and with a knowing wink she'd not only pegged me as English but knew the exact town where I'd gone to school. Weird.
Anyway I was just about to take my first sip of that nectar when my wife's voice came through "what time is it love?".
BOLLOCKS! It was 6.10 on Thursday morning and time for work. I told her I'd just had the best dream of my life and with a witty one liner worthy of JIm Davidson at his best she came right back with "what better than the one about Kylie Minogue and the goat?". Ignore her.
I think I can now relate to people who have reported being brought around on operating tables when they have seen the white light and want to go towards it. It was fleeting. But it was wonderful.
No amateur physco-analysis please. I just wanted to write it down before it was gone.
I was on my way to a match with all my mates I used to see years ago. It was one of those days when everyone has turned out. The scene kept changing. One minute we were on a train and there was an unfortunate group of PFC in-breds to laugh at. Nothing sinister or threatening but it was just funny because everything in BHA world was coming up roses and they were rapidly heading the other way and it just felt so...so....JUST!
The next we were in a car in some beautiful part of Germany. I have no idea what game were going to but that didn't matter. We had just reached the stage where we agreed that we were stopping for a beer at the next place we saw when it came into view. Piling out of the car (which didn't need a driver because it mysteriously just drove itself wherever we wanted to go) we entered heaven. We were in this fantastic pub where there was just this wonderful warm feeling of friendship and everyone was blissfully happy. Finally it was my turn to order from the longer than a Colchester centre-half's clearance list of beers. I'd never heard of any of them but you knew that each of them was going to be fantastic and they all came foaming in these brilliantly shaped beer glasses (I have a bit of a thing for beer glasses).
They were all a bit pricey but that didn't matter because magically when you took any Euros out of your wallet they were instantly replaced!
Handing me a foaming stein of cold weissbier which came with a little plate of delicious morsels - potato dumplings and the like - the little old white haired barmaid said something brilliantly witty about how you "can't get zis one in Littlehampton boys". Ok I knew my schoolboy German was heavily accented but at a stroke and with a knowing wink she'd not only pegged me as English but knew the exact town where I'd gone to school. Weird.
Anyway I was just about to take my first sip of that nectar when my wife's voice came through "what time is it love?".
BOLLOCKS! It was 6.10 on Thursday morning and time for work. I told her I'd just had the best dream of my life and with a witty one liner worthy of JIm Davidson at his best she came right back with "what better than the one about Kylie Minogue and the goat?". Ignore her.
I think I can now relate to people who have reported being brought around on operating tables when they have seen the white light and want to go towards it. It was fleeting. But it was wonderful.
No amateur physco-analysis please. I just wanted to write it down before it was gone.
