Im going to take up residence in Blah Bar me in one corner, the Klan in one and baldy in another. big time staring at each other.
RE: I'm wi'thee One of my pointy shoes up both your arses. My Mum's letterbox is taped up. My mobile is diverting to Dirks number. Witgordart.
RE: I'm wi'thee A pipe merchants work is never dull. Or done. SM: Thaz rubbish Gord Gord: You want tea? SM: You trying to bribe me? Gord: Nope. It's Andy's fault. SM: Really? Gord: Aye - I've done loads & he's done nowt. SM: Well, that certainly makes me look foolish Gord: Let me know if you need a cooker SM: Will do. These fairy cakes are splendid Gord: Made in one of my numerous ovens SM: You're great you are Gord - one of us Gord: Ha ha ha - my magical hypnotic red face strikes again SM: Sorry? Gord: Nothing - here's a season ticket SM: How much is it? Gord: Therteh six pence SM: How much? Gord: Therteh six pence - last offer - you've got until Andy signs a player to make up your mind SM: No rush then Gord: Ian Rush? SM: Pardon? Gord: He punched the ball to the moon, which Roundsman owns SM: Erm, I'm off home Gord Gord: Offer withdrawn, now get out of my office SM: But Gord - we're in a three man tent in your back garden Gord: Yes * they skip down the garden together, holding hands, to the theme tune to Blockbusters
Ode to Andy Ritchie by Danny Cadamateri Im out of jail, can I have a game? I never glassed that lass, Im not to blame Im good as gold, lightening quick Giz a chance, and dont tell Rick Sack the scout, he knows nowt, Dunt ring MacKay, thats the Ritchie way.
It all went a bit **** at the end Ode to professionalism by Gord Shepherder Fans at the door - shouting my name "Sack the Gord" - need someone to blame The lads are losing - goodness me It must be our budget of therteh six pee Should I talk to Andy? Or save my breath? Nah - I'll slag him off on Radio Sheff