He was the 'expert co-commentator' on local radio when Bradford played Kiddeminster in LDV last month: Commentator: That's a name I can't pronounce, do you know how it's pronounced (Iyseden Chritie was playing). DW: Dunno. Commentator: Oh, I thought you were at (some club) when he was there. DW: Dunno. Commentator: You were. DW: Oh aye, I can see his face now. Dunno how to say his name though, always just used to say eyup mate. And he can rival Crooksy for his ale.
and he may have tourettes as witnessed on soccer night extra last thursday. he said the F word about 60 times in 3 minutes.
Dean Windass and his postman Just been told this by someone who knows Deano's postie: Postie arrives at door and it's immediately opened DW: Where'e me ****ing gloves? Postie: eh? DW: Me ****ing gloves, where's me ****ing gloves? Postie: I haven't got your gloves DW: Rickie ****ing Hattons sending me some ****ing gloves, where the **** are me ****ing gloves? Postie: err, I'm just the postman, I only deliver stuff. DW: Yeah, I ****ing know that, so where the **** are me ****ing gloves. etc..... for about another minute. Luckily his gloves arrived a couple of days later.
RE: Dean Windass and his postman careful, I've been down this path and I can tell you there's some wag sat at the end of it offering to post summat to your mum.
