Negativity about England

Re: It's trendy.

I`d turn sarnd of him off anall if I were thee. Tha waint be wanting to buy another telly will tha.

 

Re: Dont know what he sees in Milner

Where did you stay?

 

Mgm

aka @getsmashedcentral.

Got back on Monday and Im still broken.

 

Re: It's trendy.

Townsend = Oracle.

 

Re: It's trendy.

I only watched the second half last night (didn't know we were playing). Thought it was a great game. Both teams trying to win, showing plenty of skill, one team on top, then the other, two sendings off, and two fantastic goals. There you go, some positivity.

 

My name is Hector Riva

Welcome to my world.

 

Re: It's trendy.

The day's of buying a new telly for every World Cup are gone. Unless these curved ones are much cop I think I'll stick with what I have ta.

You're probably right though, I'll turn the sound off. I'll be wishing for Andy's tactics truck to go off a cliff after 15 mins versus Italy.

 

Having an English accent in Las Vegas

is like winning the lottery but without the money.

 

Re: Having an English accent in Las Vegas

dem gals like to party ?

 

Re: It's trendy.

Good stuff, you can join me in the 'happy clappers only' viewing room. I'll save you a seat.

 

Re: Mgm

Walked up there to see the Lions. They were crap so we drank some beer.

We stopped at Bill's Gamblin' Hall first time, proper old skool, across from The Belagio so we could see the fountains from our room. Dunno if it's still there. Prime location, so the land must have been worth millions. Second time at The Orleans, which is off strip and as such they just give you stuff for nowt.

The city centre complex hadn't been built when we went, what's that like?

I like Vegas apart from the guys snapping the prostitute fliers in your face. First time you get one, 5 seconds after leaving the hotel, you laugh and think "Wow, only in Las Vegas", the fourth time it happens, 20 seconds later, you're starting to get pissed off. After half an hour you just want to kill all Mexicans.

 

"Like a boss."

if you ever get chance to go, I have some recommendations for you ;-)

 

Re: "Like a boss."

*starts on brownie point quest

 

Re: "Like a boss."

Your lass will not let you go to Las Vegas without her. Unless she's stupid, which she isn't, so she won't. Get that idea out of your head right now. If you're going, you're going with your family. Them's the cards you played.

 

Re: "Like a boss."

I play the long game....

 

Re: Mgm

We walked the top half of the strip at night from MGM to the Bellagio, in and out of hotels and shopping centres, took ages, and bearing in mind it was 40 degrees during the day, its a tiring experience, and you're right about the flyers, but then the limo drivers are offering girls to your room cards so there's no escape. Was in awe at the sheer scale of everything, saw the fountain show from inside the Bellagio and from the walkway, one of the highlights for me. Theres a bar on Freemont, not sure of the name, where the female bartenders shout abuse through megaphones, worth a visit for any group of British guys. The MGM has turned into the party hotel as they've built a relationship with a promoter of the big DJs (Calvin Harris, Tiesto et al) and the nightclub scene is very much a draw for the young Americans looking to get smashed to bits.

Vegas makes Amsterdam look tame as fck.

 

Playing with 10 men will hamstring us in the heat and humidity of Brazil.

 

Yeah but it'd be the last thing the Italians expect. The art of surprise **taps nose with index finger and winks**

 

So damn crazy it just might work.

 

Re: Mgm

On the evening we were married we had a couple of cocktails in the hotel, caught a taxi up to the marriage licence place, paid about 20 dollars for the licence, I think the taxi fare was more, walked round the corner to the town hall thingy, got married for about 20 dollars. Done. I only asked her to marry me two days before. She knew nowt about it.

Then we walked up to Fremont, had a few beers, caught a bus down the strip to The Venetian, had some more cocktails in a properly posh bar, went to a restaurant in St Mark's square and were served by a gangster who told us to 'forget about it' and wouldn't let us order what we wanted, he decided to order for us 'cos we were picking the wrong stuff. Champagne, cocktails, pissed, memories getting hazy. Woke up in the bed back in the hotel the next morning that I believe is bigger than our house.