Sporting Play

Newcastle played their 1st game in the Quarter finals of the UEFA Cup (probaly our only chance of silver wear this year - and technically for the last 50 years). I managed to convince Rich to pop out for a Pizza at Piccolinos - which is a fab place bottom of town. We havent been there for ages ( infact the last time was boozed up as part of the last major internation football contest back in the summer of 2004 ). After that, and a couple of beers, we pottered over to the Jug to catch the game - sadly a dull affair, probably still marred by last weekends trouble at St James Park, however the beer still flowed. Captain John O turned up with his lady friend and we chatted, chilled and some of swore at football and many other external factors that no longer matter. Around 11pm, Rich announces that he was going home to sleep - yes, you can imagine it - there was also pinky little fairies, chocolate rabbits and little green men walking around as me and John O looked at each other in panic and concern. Turns out that Skip Rich had to be in London with Spanner Roots and Muscleman JT and he didnt wanna look crap all day - fair enough, but we were still confused and stunned. After a couple more beers and chatting, we decided it was time to leave - well technically we were told to leave by the bar staff who wanted to go home - which was probably just as well.