I enjoyed the Jubilee concert
It was a wonderful
night
I thought the opening
ceremony
For the games was just
right
But before any other
major events
I want to know one
thing
When is someone going
to tell sir Paul?
That he can’t bloody
sing
I enjoyed the Jubilee concert
It was a wonderful
night
I thought the opening
ceremony
For the games was just
right
But before any other
major events
I want to know one
thing
When is someone going
to tell sir Paul?
That he can’t bloody
sing
I love the Olympics
And now it’s on home
soil
It gives us an
opportunity
As our competitor’s
toil
To see them taking
part
In events of this and that
Of seeing all the many
sports
The team GB are so
awful at
After seven long years
Of blood sweat and
tears
The games can commence
And that test of human
endurance
Can come to an end
As we abandon that
trend
That has made us all
cringe
The seven-year Olympic
whinge
I love the girl’s Beach Volleyball
I’m really very keen
It’s not like a proper
beach though
For a start it’s just
to clean
No cigarette ends or beer
cans
And not a used condom
to be seen
A gymnast and a pole dancer
Both skilled and both
work hard
The only difference
between them
It seems to me is a leotard
I am a scratch golfer
And what that means my
lad
Is I write down all my
good scores
And scratch out the
bad
Are you wearing a horse’s head?
Are you supposed to be
PUCK?
Oh, you’re running the
marathon
Well, aren’t you the a
silly fool
I like the sporting banter
Surrounding sporting Rivalry
But there is a fine line
Separating it from tribalry
A man got on the bus
And sat down next to Bimbette
He smiled warmly at her
And briefly their eyes met
Full of golf balls
His bulging front trouser pockets
Caught her attention
Her eyes almost left their sockets
He said "its golf balls."
And Bimbette said “Oh”
Then continued, "Does it hurt
As much as tennis elbow?"
If the 60s was the decade of dreams
Then the 1970’s was the decade of nightmares
It was the decade when
The German hex over England began
As in the heat of Mexico, in 1970
They knocked us out of the World Cup,
And it all went downhill from there
The defeat to Germany
Was to be England’s last appearance
In the World Cup Finals for 12 years.
The following year saw Arsenal,
The team we all love to hate,
Do the League and cup double.
1972 saw me enter the work place
And I’ve been there ever since, but I’m not bitter.
1973 was a mixed year
Manchester United were relegated to division 2,
The Washington Redskins lost in the Superbowl
And a significant other entered my life.
1974 United won promotion as champions
But Liverpool won the FA Cup and they blossomed
Into a force that would dominate for years to come.
The following year Liverpool won the league title
In 1976 Southampton beat United in the cup final,
All the worse as my future father in law was a saint’s
fan
The high point of the decade came in 77 when
United won the FA Cup, beating Liverpool 2-1
Normal service resumed for 1978
As I discovered there was more to girls
Than holding hands and stealing kisses.
And that they very definitely weren’t,
All sugar and spice and all thing nice
My significant other left me for an accountant,
Who supported Luton Town,
And to add insult onto injury was ginger
1979 United lost in the Cup Final to Arsenal
And so ended the decade of disappointments
When the only thing naffer than the music
Were the 70’s fashions
The decade that didn’t even have style
Or a decent musical accompaniment
The 70’s when dreams turned to nightmares
It was a bad winter Olympics First it was the Luge I had a go at Then I found myself on thin ice Following some aggressive chat Th...