Does anyone speak Dutch?
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floyd__streete
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haven't spoken dutch for a while, but quickly glossing over it this is the general gist. 
Like a night out in Merthyr, like a greasy chip butty
The journey from London towards Reading gave us a more beautiful area. Greenery and a beautiful canal with many houses. Here you can live quite nicely. Maybe I am, now, the credit crunch in Britain, here are a few small buildings can tap on the head. Seems wrong to live there. Luckily we had little traffic and we arrived before the start of the race in Reading. The adjacent retail park , we dumped the car, but it appeared that Chocovla the ride was badly decomposed. He could barely walk. D'n Hoevenen we sent ahead to see if there were still tickets for sale, otherwise Chocovla for nothing to the stadium to stumble.
Hoevenen came back with five tickets, the club had done nothing all difficult. He already decided to go in because the game had already begun. I shot some pictures of the exterior, while 1904 declined to Chocovla and Dutchman them to hand over the tickets. Then he came back and we went in too. It was still 0-0, but within a few minutes I saw the Blades scoring. However, he was rejected, to the dismay of supporters of the filmmaker. The first half was for the rest of an abominable level. A lot of struggle, but there were no real opportunities. The pleasure I took from the hysterical behavior of Kinsley , the mascot of Reading. Who was constantly working to stir up the apathetic public. He had no real success.
The rest I found the Dutchman in the stands and we went in together, so that we together could grumble about the poor play. Coincidentally we came suddenly against Vinckie, together with ArmandV and Chrissie had come here from Southend. We talk to each other equally and would meet again in the evening meeting in Wales. Meanwhile, I received a text message from SJ, who has been in Wales. The hotel seemed to be good, but the town of Merthyr Tydfil was in his pauper. They had the afternoon to Bristol Rovers and David Pipe was gone, according to the SJ Man of the Match . Logical, because Pipe is one of the best players in League One.
Unfortunately, both Reading and Sheffield United no David Pipe and the game remained poor. Luckily there is a goal after the 0-1 Howard poked in it. The Blades deserved their lead to, because they were the least bad of the two. The game was actually decided at once, because I think Reading could still play ten hours, a goal was not to make ( nothings changed then ) . Really bizarre, because Doyle and Kitson they had two attackers even at Premier League level had proved. For some reason it seems self-confidence really do away with that club. A few months ago they appeared together with Wolves zekerheidje for a promotion, but now they have to be careful that they do not miss the playoffs. Too bad, because I'd rather see Reading return than that boring Birmingham.
Not surprisingly it remained 0-1. The highlight was sung massive chip butty song at the end of Sheffield United. It remains one of the best club songs of England. Some notable was seven minutes injury time and that while in the first half had already had six. So much value for money. Time to go towards Wales, but not before we had visited the club shop. We arrived the other Vinckers again. It was quite a Dutch-together rain when we met another group of Dutch, which I already knew one of them over the Internet. What is the world is sometimes small. Thereafter, the gas blown towards Merthyr Tydfil. Along the way, I was already quite spammed by Ad-Café, which was a lot to brag about the women. Apparently he had quite a few and SJ fifties beaten on the hook.
Around ten o'clock we arrived at our hotel. The males were just happens to run into. It was briefly brush up on their way to town. The Dutchman (too tired, the grandfather) and Chocovla (too injured) did not count. The other three had Meanwhile also already in the hotel bar we went for a drink and each bore you with the matches we had seen that afternoon. It was definitely special to be here in Merthyr Tydfil with ten sit. Nice that we had more men than the year before the Pheonixclub visit. Workington Maybe just a little bit too isolated and the location. I wonder how many men we're like Dover or Folkestone Invicta Athletic Club will be chosen. Then we will go with a man about thirty, I suppose.
Steps in the United Kingdom remains something special. Personally I find it better than in the Netherlands. The women dress very slutty and rarities like lovers do I get a lot of my features there. We decided to one of the two best pubs in Merthyr Tydfil to go. The entrance was five pounds and it seemed that we have a few minutes were out, but everyone was up. Also fun. Interestingly, the hats with the Welsh flag. They are very proud of their Welsh identity.
The audience was very mixed weather. ArmandV discovered a woman who looked like an atomic bomb, Ad Café tried everything to decorate it with a skirt and 1904 was a woman in her fifties at the Vinck. There was a C-artist, so the party was complete. A firm Welsh had contacted me to search by that artist to talk about, but I understood nothing. Too bad, because I want her Vincken, but if I understand nothing is quite difficult. It was a wonderful evening with many notable figures. The best part was that there were more women than men.
As the evening progressed I started to be more bearded. I tried half-hearted attempt at the girl with the shooters by asking if I could touch her tongue piercing, but it was not. Sadly, but never ventured nothing gained. Ad Cafe was now gone, and as if moederkloeken we worried. Reassuring news that he was somewhere outside dead sheep was eating. The hours were smaller and smaller and beyond 1904 and everyone went back to my hotel. I should have to go along, because suddenly I was attacked by sleep feeding. I was just about to sleep upright in the pub. For us, therefore, time to go home. I was so tired that I even forgot to brush my teeth, something that never happens to me. It was a nice day and good evening. The nightlife of Merthyr Tydfil had liked me, but now hope that the club would like us as well.
Like a night out in Merthyr, like a greasy chip butty
The journey from London towards Reading gave us a more beautiful area. Greenery and a beautiful canal with many houses. Here you can live quite nicely. Maybe I am, now, the credit crunch in Britain, here are a few small buildings can tap on the head. Seems wrong to live there. Luckily we had little traffic and we arrived before the start of the race in Reading. The adjacent retail park , we dumped the car, but it appeared that Chocovla the ride was badly decomposed. He could barely walk. D'n Hoevenen we sent ahead to see if there were still tickets for sale, otherwise Chocovla for nothing to the stadium to stumble.
Hoevenen came back with five tickets, the club had done nothing all difficult. He already decided to go in because the game had already begun. I shot some pictures of the exterior, while 1904 declined to Chocovla and Dutchman them to hand over the tickets. Then he came back and we went in too. It was still 0-0, but within a few minutes I saw the Blades scoring. However, he was rejected, to the dismay of supporters of the filmmaker. The first half was for the rest of an abominable level. A lot of struggle, but there were no real opportunities. The pleasure I took from the hysterical behavior of Kinsley , the mascot of Reading. Who was constantly working to stir up the apathetic public. He had no real success.
The rest I found the Dutchman in the stands and we went in together, so that we together could grumble about the poor play. Coincidentally we came suddenly against Vinckie, together with ArmandV and Chrissie had come here from Southend. We talk to each other equally and would meet again in the evening meeting in Wales. Meanwhile, I received a text message from SJ, who has been in Wales. The hotel seemed to be good, but the town of Merthyr Tydfil was in his pauper. They had the afternoon to Bristol Rovers and David Pipe was gone, according to the SJ Man of the Match . Logical, because Pipe is one of the best players in League One.
Unfortunately, both Reading and Sheffield United no David Pipe and the game remained poor. Luckily there is a goal after the 0-1 Howard poked in it. The Blades deserved their lead to, because they were the least bad of the two. The game was actually decided at once, because I think Reading could still play ten hours, a goal was not to make ( nothings changed then
) . Really bizarre, because Doyle and Kitson they had two attackers even at Premier League level had proved. For some reason it seems self-confidence really do away with that club. A few months ago they appeared together with Wolves zekerheidje for a promotion, but now they have to be careful that they do not miss the playoffs. Too bad, because I'd rather see Reading return than that boring Birmingham.Not surprisingly it remained 0-1. The highlight was sung massive chip butty song at the end of Sheffield United. It remains one of the best club songs of England. Some notable was seven minutes injury time and that while in the first half had already had six. So much value for money. Time to go towards Wales, but not before we had visited the club shop. We arrived the other Vinckers again. It was quite a Dutch-together rain when we met another group of Dutch, which I already knew one of them over the Internet. What is the world is sometimes small. Thereafter, the gas blown towards Merthyr Tydfil. Along the way, I was already quite spammed by Ad-Café, which was a lot to brag about the women. Apparently he had quite a few and SJ fifties beaten on the hook.
Around ten o'clock we arrived at our hotel. The males were just happens to run into. It was briefly brush up on their way to town. The Dutchman (too tired, the grandfather) and Chocovla (too injured) did not count. The other three had Meanwhile also already in the hotel bar we went for a drink and each bore you with the matches we had seen that afternoon. It was definitely special to be here in Merthyr Tydfil with ten sit. Nice that we had more men than the year before the Pheonixclub visit. Workington Maybe just a little bit too isolated and the location. I wonder how many men we're like Dover or Folkestone Invicta Athletic Club will be chosen. Then we will go with a man about thirty, I suppose.
Steps in the United Kingdom remains something special. Personally I find it better than in the Netherlands. The women dress very slutty and rarities like lovers do I get a lot of my features there. We decided to one of the two best pubs in Merthyr Tydfil to go. The entrance was five pounds and it seemed that we have a few minutes were out, but everyone was up. Also fun. Interestingly, the hats with the Welsh flag. They are very proud of their Welsh identity.
The audience was very mixed weather. ArmandV discovered a woman who looked like an atomic bomb, Ad Café tried everything to decorate it with a skirt and 1904 was a woman in her fifties at the Vinck. There was a C-artist, so the party was complete. A firm Welsh had contacted me to search by that artist to talk about, but I understood nothing. Too bad, because I want her Vincken, but if I understand nothing is quite difficult. It was a wonderful evening with many notable figures. The best part was that there were more women than men.
As the evening progressed I started to be more bearded. I tried half-hearted attempt at the girl with the shooters by asking if I could touch her tongue piercing, but it was not. Sadly, but never ventured nothing gained. Ad Cafe was now gone, and as if moederkloeken we worried. Reassuring news that he was somewhere outside dead sheep was eating. The hours were smaller and smaller and beyond 1904 and everyone went back to my hotel. I should have to go along, because suddenly I was attacked by sleep feeding. I was just about to sleep upright in the pub. For us, therefore, time to go home. I was so tired that I even forgot to brush my teeth, something that never happens to me. It was a nice day and good evening. The nightlife of Merthyr Tydfil had liked me, but now hope that the club would like us as well.
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Het was een het dag
Steve McLaren is your man here Floyd
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Focher Steve McLaren is your man here Floyd
How you shay, Madjeski Stadium, The Royalsh, big gamesh.
Liverpool or arsenal....I sort one of dem we would drawl.
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"As the evening progressed I started to be more bearded."
Filed for future reference.
Filed for future reference.
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I'm glad someone mentioned Steve McClaren. His efforts to speak English with a 'Dutch accent' while managing in Holland proves him to be one of the biggest pricks in football. As an aside it was also unbelievably condescending given that most Dutch people speak far better English than him.
Cripple Creek I'm glad someone mentioned Steve McClaren. His efforts to speak English with a 'Dutch accent' while managing in Holland proves him to be one of the biggest pricks in football. As an aside it was also unbelievably condescending given that most Dutch people speak far better English than him.
None of them actually realised though...if you read the youtube vidoes all the Twente fans were supporting him and telling the english fans they don't even notice the accent and can't see how we are all taking the piss.
Cripple Creek I'm glad someone mentioned Steve McClaren. His efforts to speak English with a 'Dutch accent' while managing in Holland proves him to be one of the biggest pricks in football.
Oddly enough, I'd worked that out long before those interviews.
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ArmandV discovered a woman who looked like an atomic bomb, Ad Café tried everything to decorate it with a skirt and 1904 was a woman in her fifties at the Vinck. There was a C-artist, so the party was complete. A firm Welsh had contacted me to search by that artist to talk about, but I understood nothing. Too bad, because I want her Vincken, but if I understand nothing is quite difficult. It was a wonderful evening with many notable figures. The best part was that there were more women than men.
This bit amused me greatly (assuming the translation is correct!)
This bit amused me greatly (assuming the translation is correct!)
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In Dutch "versieren" also means to flirt with or to make a pass at someone.
That`s what is probably meant here.
That`s what is probably meant here.
Here is the rest translated by me and not badly by google as above. I am a fluent Dutch speaker and native English speaker.
The Stadium
New Stadia, are mostly dull things. The Madesjki Stadium was one of the first of the new generation. It is not really great, but better than I expected. My expectations were not high. I liked the steep terraces there in Reading and the main terrace gives the stadium its own character. Great? No not really, but it could be worse, like in Leicester and Northampton have shown.
The atmosphere
It was all a bit tame, in Reading. Once in awhile the public got behind them, but those moments were very sporadic. Kingsley, the mascot of Reading, often tried to get the public riled up, but that was a bit embarassing when it failed over and over. Also the travelling Blades were a bit tame, but when they sang the Greasy Chip Butty Song it was very impressive. Surely one of the best stadium songs in England, mostly because it is specifically for this club.
The match
We had great expectations, because it was the number 3 against 4 in the Championship. We were disappointed. From the six matches we saw over Easter this was the least. Reading could have played another 100 hours, but still wouldn't have scored and that with an attack consisting of Kitson en Doyle, who did well in the Premier League.
The area
We didn't see much of it. The stadium lies a way out of the town, so we didn't see anything of it. Positive, is that there is a retail park next to it, where there is free parking. For the fastfood lover it is a paradise with a McDonalds, a KFC and a Pizza Hut. Sonja Bakker (a well known Dutch diet adviser) would give a negative advice to the Madejski Stadium. What I liked, was that the stadium was on a hill, so you could see it well.
Overall
I had great expectations of this match, but it was really disappointing. What wasn't disappointing was the stadium, but I didn't have great expectations of that. It was nice to go once to Reading, but I don't see myself returning unless sometime local girl Kate Winslet does the kick off.
The Stadium
New Stadia, are mostly dull things. The Madesjki Stadium was one of the first of the new generation. It is not really great, but better than I expected. My expectations were not high. I liked the steep terraces there in Reading and the main terrace gives the stadium its own character. Great? No not really, but it could be worse, like in Leicester and Northampton have shown.
The atmosphere
It was all a bit tame, in Reading. Once in awhile the public got behind them, but those moments were very sporadic. Kingsley, the mascot of Reading, often tried to get the public riled up, but that was a bit embarassing when it failed over and over. Also the travelling Blades were a bit tame, but when they sang the Greasy Chip Butty Song it was very impressive. Surely one of the best stadium songs in England, mostly because it is specifically for this club.
The match
We had great expectations, because it was the number 3 against 4 in the Championship. We were disappointed. From the six matches we saw over Easter this was the least. Reading could have played another 100 hours, but still wouldn't have scored and that with an attack consisting of Kitson en Doyle, who did well in the Premier League.
The area
We didn't see much of it. The stadium lies a way out of the town, so we didn't see anything of it. Positive, is that there is a retail park next to it, where there is free parking. For the fastfood lover it is a paradise with a McDonalds, a KFC and a Pizza Hut. Sonja Bakker (a well known Dutch diet adviser) would give a negative advice to the Madejski Stadium. What I liked, was that the stadium was on a hill, so you could see it well.
Overall
I had great expectations of this match, but it was really disappointing. What wasn't disappointing was the stadium, but I didn't have great expectations of that. It was nice to go once to Reading, but I don't see myself returning unless sometime local girl Kate Winslet does the kick off.
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I remember that game, it was terrible.
And LOL at going for a night out in Merthyr.
And LOL at going for a night out in Merthyr.
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It was during that run when we didn't win at home for ages. Every home game from Jan was terrible and we didn't win any. I always think for things like this, when someone is making there one and only visit, the game can make a big difference. If it had been an open thrilling 3 all draw with plenty of atmosphere then the write up would have been more positive.
Here is my translation of the text.
The ride from London to Reading took us through more attractive area. Very green and a pretty canal with all kinds of houses. You can live here quite nicely. Maybe I can, now with the credit crunch in England, pick up a few small buildings. Seems to me that it wouldn’t be bad to live there. Luckily we didn’t have any traffic jams en we arrived in time for the beginning of the match. We parked at the close by retail park, but it turned out that Chocovla (must be a nickname for someone, it means chocolate custard) didn’t come through the ride well. He couldn’t walk well anymore. We sent D�n Hoevenen (name of someone) to check if there were tickets for sale, otherwise Chocovla would have to stagger to the stadium for nothing.
Hoevenen came back with 5 tickets, the club had made it difficult for no reason. He decided to go in immediately as the game had already started. I took some photos of the outside, while 1904 (nickname of someone) walked back to Chocovla en de Nederlander (nickname) to hand over the tickets. Then he came back and we went inside. It was still 0-0, but within a few minutes I saw the Blades score. It was disallowed, to the dismay of the travelling supporters. The first half was of an abominable level. Battled well, but no real chances. The enjoyment I got was from the hysterical behaviour of Kingsley, the mascot of Reading. He tried continuously to rouse the apathetic Reading supporters. But he didn’t succeed.
In the pause I found a Dutchman in the stands and we sat together, so we could complain together about the bad game. Accidentally we came across Vinckie (nickname), together with ArmandV en Chrissie from Southend who were also there. We chatted and decided to meet up in the evening in Wales. Meanwhile I received a text from SJ, who was already in Wales. The hotel appeared to be good, but the town of Merthyr Tydfil was poor according to him. They went that afternoon to Bristol Rovers and David Pipe was according to SJ the Man of the Match. Logical, because Pipe is one of the best players in League One.
Alas neither Reading or Sheffield United had a David Pipe and the match remained bad. Luckily there was one goal, after Howard scored the 0-1. The Blades had earned the lead, because they were the better of the two. The game was then actually decided, because Reading could have played another 10 hours, and a goal still wouldn’t have been scored. Strange actually, because with Doyle and Kitson they had 2 attackers that had proven themselves at Premier League level. For whatever reason the confidence was really missing at the club. A couple of months earlier they had seemed together with Wolves a sure thing for promotion, but now they must watch out that they don’t miss out on the playoffs. Shame, as I would rather see Reading return than the dull Birmingham City.
Not surprisingly it stayed at 0-1. The high point was the full on singing of the Chip Butty song at the end by Sheffield United. That remains still one of the best club songs of England. The only curiosity was the 7 minutes of injury time and that there was already 6 minutes in the first half. So good value for our money. Time to set off in the direction of Wales, but not before we had visited the clubshop. There we came across other vinckers (not heard this name before but think it must refer to a local name for people from an area of Holland). It became a real Dutch clique when outside we came across another group of Dutch, one of whom I already knew via internet. What a small world. Then it was full steam off to Merthyr Tydfil. On the way I was heavily spammed by Ad-Caf�, who was bragging on about the women there. Obviously he and SJ had hooked a lot of fifty year olds there.
About 10 ish we arrived at our hotel. The guys surprisingly arrived at the same time. It was a quick freshening up and set off for the town. The Nederlander (too tired, the grandpa) and Chocovla (too injured) didn’t go with us. The others were already there. We had a drink in the bar of the hotel and tired each other with tales of the matches we had seen that afternoon. It was really special that the 10 of us were together in Merthyr Tydfil. Great that there were more of us than the previous year when we visited the Pheonixclub. Maybe Workington was in a bit too isolated area. I am wondering how many of us there will be if the chosen clubs are Dover Athletic or Folkestone Invicta. Then there should be roughly 30 or so guys going, I suspect.
Going out in the UK remains something special. I personally like it better than in The Netherlands. The women dress very slutty and as a lover of rarities I like it very much. We decide to go to one of the best pubs of Merthyr Tydfil. It was 5 pounds to get in and it seemed that after a few minutes we already had to leave, but everyone had to go upstairs. Also pleasant. The hats with the Welsh flag on were surprising. Here they are very proud of their Welsh identity.
The public here was again very mixed. ArmandV discovered a woman who looked like an atombomb (?), Ad-Caf� tried to chat up everyone in a skirt and 1904 was trying to get it on with a woman of fifty. There was a performance from C-artiest (?), so the party was complete. A well built Welsh woman was trying to talk to me about the artiste but I didn’t understand a word. Shame, I would have liked to get with her, but as I understood nothing it was a bit difficult. It was a good evening with many unusual types. The best was that there were more women than men.
As the evening went on I began to feel more and more paralytic. I tried a half hearted attempt to ask a girl if I could touch her tongue piercing, but was not allowed. Nothing ventured nothing gained. Ad-Caf� had disappeared and we started to worry. We were reassured to hear he was outside eating a dead sheep. The hours got smaller and everyone except 1904 and me left for the hotel. I should have gone too, as suddenly I was overcome by sleep. I was asleep on my feet in the pub. So time for us to leave too. I was so tired I forgot to brush my teeth, which is something that I never forget to do. It had been a lovely first day and nice evening. We enjoyed the night life in Merthyr Tydfil, I only hope that the club enjoyed us too.
The ride from London to Reading took us through more attractive area. Very green and a pretty canal with all kinds of houses. You can live here quite nicely. Maybe I can, now with the credit crunch in England, pick up a few small buildings. Seems to me that it wouldn’t be bad to live there. Luckily we didn’t have any traffic jams en we arrived in time for the beginning of the match. We parked at the close by retail park, but it turned out that Chocovla (must be a nickname for someone, it means chocolate custard) didn’t come through the ride well. He couldn’t walk well anymore. We sent D�n Hoevenen (name of someone) to check if there were tickets for sale, otherwise Chocovla would have to stagger to the stadium for nothing.
Hoevenen came back with 5 tickets, the club had made it difficult for no reason. He decided to go in immediately as the game had already started. I took some photos of the outside, while 1904 (nickname of someone) walked back to Chocovla en de Nederlander (nickname) to hand over the tickets. Then he came back and we went inside. It was still 0-0, but within a few minutes I saw the Blades score. It was disallowed, to the dismay of the travelling supporters. The first half was of an abominable level. Battled well, but no real chances. The enjoyment I got was from the hysterical behaviour of Kingsley, the mascot of Reading. He tried continuously to rouse the apathetic Reading supporters. But he didn’t succeed.
In the pause I found a Dutchman in the stands and we sat together, so we could complain together about the bad game. Accidentally we came across Vinckie (nickname), together with ArmandV en Chrissie from Southend who were also there. We chatted and decided to meet up in the evening in Wales. Meanwhile I received a text from SJ, who was already in Wales. The hotel appeared to be good, but the town of Merthyr Tydfil was poor according to him. They went that afternoon to Bristol Rovers and David Pipe was according to SJ the Man of the Match. Logical, because Pipe is one of the best players in League One.
Alas neither Reading or Sheffield United had a David Pipe and the match remained bad. Luckily there was one goal, after Howard scored the 0-1. The Blades had earned the lead, because they were the better of the two. The game was then actually decided, because Reading could have played another 10 hours, and a goal still wouldn’t have been scored. Strange actually, because with Doyle and Kitson they had 2 attackers that had proven themselves at Premier League level. For whatever reason the confidence was really missing at the club. A couple of months earlier they had seemed together with Wolves a sure thing for promotion, but now they must watch out that they don’t miss out on the playoffs. Shame, as I would rather see Reading return than the dull Birmingham City.
Not surprisingly it stayed at 0-1. The high point was the full on singing of the Chip Butty song at the end by Sheffield United. That remains still one of the best club songs of England. The only curiosity was the 7 minutes of injury time and that there was already 6 minutes in the first half. So good value for our money. Time to set off in the direction of Wales, but not before we had visited the clubshop. There we came across other vinckers (not heard this name before but think it must refer to a local name for people from an area of Holland). It became a real Dutch clique when outside we came across another group of Dutch, one of whom I already knew via internet. What a small world. Then it was full steam off to Merthyr Tydfil. On the way I was heavily spammed by Ad-Caf�, who was bragging on about the women there. Obviously he and SJ had hooked a lot of fifty year olds there.
About 10 ish we arrived at our hotel. The guys surprisingly arrived at the same time. It was a quick freshening up and set off for the town. The Nederlander (too tired, the grandpa) and Chocovla (too injured) didn’t go with us. The others were already there. We had a drink in the bar of the hotel and tired each other with tales of the matches we had seen that afternoon. It was really special that the 10 of us were together in Merthyr Tydfil. Great that there were more of us than the previous year when we visited the Pheonixclub. Maybe Workington was in a bit too isolated area. I am wondering how many of us there will be if the chosen clubs are Dover Athletic or Folkestone Invicta. Then there should be roughly 30 or so guys going, I suspect.
Going out in the UK remains something special. I personally like it better than in The Netherlands. The women dress very slutty and as a lover of rarities I like it very much. We decide to go to one of the best pubs of Merthyr Tydfil. It was 5 pounds to get in and it seemed that after a few minutes we already had to leave, but everyone had to go upstairs. Also pleasant. The hats with the Welsh flag on were surprising. Here they are very proud of their Welsh identity.
The public here was again very mixed. ArmandV discovered a woman who looked like an atombomb (?), Ad-Caf� tried to chat up everyone in a skirt and 1904 was trying to get it on with a woman of fifty. There was a performance from C-artiest (?), so the party was complete. A well built Welsh woman was trying to talk to me about the artiste but I didn’t understand a word. Shame, I would have liked to get with her, but as I understood nothing it was a bit difficult. It was a good evening with many unusual types. The best was that there were more women than men.
As the evening went on I began to feel more and more paralytic. I tried a half hearted attempt to ask a girl if I could touch her tongue piercing, but was not allowed. Nothing ventured nothing gained. Ad-Caf� had disappeared and we started to worry. We were reassured to hear he was outside eating a dead sheep. The hours got smaller and everyone except 1904 and me left for the hotel. I should have gone too, as suddenly I was overcome by sleep. I was asleep on my feet in the pub. So time for us to leave too. I was so tired I forgot to brush my teeth, which is something that I never forget to do. It had been a lovely first day and nice evening. We enjoyed the night life in Merthyr Tydfil, I only hope that the club enjoyed us too.
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Yeah, I ain't spoken Dutch for ages but this is what I think it means...
"Maybe I am, now, the credit crunch in Britain, here are a few small buildings can tap on the head."
You wouldn't think it means that unless you fell down a lot of stairs when you were younger.
I love it when people pretend to be able to speak a language and merely plonk it into google translate without even realising they would never transcribe it that retardedly.
"Maybe I am, now, the credit crunch in Britain, here are a few small buildings can tap on the head."
You wouldn't think it means that unless you fell down a lot of stairs when you were younger.
I love it when people pretend to be able to speak a language and merely plonk it into google translate without even realising they would never transcribe it that retardedly.
Extended-Phenotype Yeah, I ain't spoken Dutch for ages but this is what I think it means...
"Maybe I am, now, the credit crunch in Britain, here are a few small buildings can tap on the head."
You wouldn't think it means that unless you fell down a lot of stairs when you were younger.
I love it when people pretend to be able to speak a language and merely plonk it into google translate without even realising they would never transcribe it that retardedly.
You surely know I was joking right? hence the "
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tulip Shame, I would have liked to get with her,
I think that Finerain's learned translation is rather better on this point, tulip:
Finerain Too bad, because I want her Vincken
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