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if i was given the rudimentary tools such as Hatiian Rock salt, Tannis root, a beating sheeps heart, some spanish fly and the spear of destiny , i would conjure up the original thin white duke, Before Bowie, César Luis Menotti to manage the superhoops.
The man looked like something out of van der graaf generator in a comme des garcons Richard Jobson suit. Style , panache in extremis.
The man had it all, The hair, the persona, the Dunhill fags in a 18th century horrace and woodward gold cigarette case. The man was class. He could have managed the Doors or Led Zeppelin. He would have taken QPR into the firmament . And then some.
ahhh man i didnt like to ask you as it was so far away in rochford .. it was too much to ask. i wish i had asked you but i felt awkard,,, steve said i should have asked you.. the dj was ok'ish!.. i just felt it would have been asking to much. although i'd have rather have given you the monkey than dj quicksilver from southend!
Your message to me was read out along with others who couldn't attend.. I got a few funny looks from her side who assumed i was West Ham !. I owe you all a beer or two first home game of the season. In fact i owe you a lot more than that. xx
Suzzane Dyle, Lister comprehensive, Plaistow 1980. 13 years old. Barbadian Nubian queen who snogged me over the kiln pottery oven as we slammed the air bubbles out of a lump of clay.
She wore a white stripe over her nose adam ant style 'Dog eat dog'. i remember nearly passing out as the blitzkreig pheromones kicked the shit out of me. She reckoned i looked like James Hunt, i reckoned she looked like Linda lewis. Me blonde hair blue eyes, her Dark and hazel eyes like plasma pools.
She dumped me from a great height after about two weeks when she met a 15 year old who could play 'wheres captain kirk' by Spizzenergion on his bert weedon acoustic.
Anyway she made an impression on me that lasted for many years. My first wife was a dead ringer for her.
There was a really long pause of deathly silence after 'strawberry fields ' played during the signing of the register and the DJ starting his set..
80 people and two families bought together for the first time with very little alcohol consumed, at this point, and no music. The Russ Abbott felt like Field Marshal Wilhelm Keitel surrendering to the Russians in may 1945 .
Luckily my Uncle Phil who looks like General Urko from Planet of the Apes, fired up Elvis Costello ' I cant stand up for falling down' from his Amazon firestick and the gaff went up like Altamont in 1969.
they played ' follow you follow me ' as we burst through the black curtains for about 5 seconds .. my legs were like Blancmange and i kept thinking of Rodney in 'only fools and horses' when 'Rodney charlton Trotter' was read out and everyone laughs..
My middle name is Harvey and it got the same response, people chuckling away like Muttley.. my voice went higher than Emperor nero's castratus lover sporos , when i caught jo's eye when i said 'I do'.. for some reason i threw in the word 'lawfully'at some point as well and the registrar gave me a look like a tooled up ilse koch.
i've got a few pictures to chuck up if anyone wants a good laugh at the state of me Moss tobacco suit.
Back this afternoon from the 10 day honeymoon in Gran Canaria with Mrs Booker Newbury Disco the 3rd , to find all my lupins, foxgloves, pansies, Azelea and snapdragons laid to waste by the heatwave.
Also some colostomy bag has nicked me alloys off my Toyota Aygo undercover on me drive!. in leigh on sea!. Got the yak fu cker on my ring doorbell so flatfoot have been informed of the zapruder film frame 313 footage. Such is life.
I wanted to say a most humble 'Thank you from the bottom of my heart' public message to the LFW frankie knuckle thread boys for the opulent flowers we received on the friday before the wedding. I was very humbled , and for once, lost for words. Jo read all the messages on the thread and was touched, in the spiritual sense , by your memories and well wishes.
It meant the world to Jo, and more importantly she showed a modicum of interest in the forum and QPR for the first time in 15 years with the statement, ' they seem like really decent blokes on there , glenn, i don't know why you slag them off and moan about pointless crap on there'. Word.
The love and kindess percolated by you lads that i wouldn't have known without the herculean graft and buckets of tears that are poured into this forum from it's engineers and pioneers, is without measure.
I gave up being angry about QPR a couple of years ago , at 57 and a supporter since 1978, you modulate and adjust.. for me QPR is more about the people than the profit and loss computation at 5.40pm Saturday teatime.
Bonded by blood. Melded to each other by the solar plexus for the love of blue and white hoops.
Mum and dad split up and i was farmed out to grandparents to raise me 10 years to 14 years.
Didnt see east ham dave or mum during that time but i clung on being through the tommy boyd talk show, Clive bull, Alexis korner and derek and clive tapes.
Maurice went on his Logans run trip tonight. 19 years old. He was my companion every inch of those 19 years. He held on to my wedding week.
Enjoy your big sleep by the light of your new sun Mo.
A gentler soul never walked across the salted earth.
I was wailing like some pipe smoking french hag at the 17th century guillotine when they put him to sleep in my arms. Lost pets before but this one hit me me like a roy shaw knuckle duster.
When i met jo 19 years ago at 38 I was still fu cking about with wa nk drugs , wa nk people and wa nk creedo. she took a chance and We moved in together and introduced maurice . She felt i needed responsibilty .. as if that worked before...
No doubt there was sawtooth waves of ups and downs but Mo grounded me, he slept with me every night even after 12 pints, a Jalfrezi and a kinder egg of sulphate up me arse hole.
Mo Didnt give a flying yaks quim if i was wan king myself half to death on the sette sunday morning with a pair of jo's fishnets soaked in vinegar over me head after a heavy night. He loved me.
I hope he's crossed the rainbow bridge and in his style, is shitting on gods Lupins.
cheers rob and hoops.. I can't believe there have been 3 women on the face of the planet who have wanted to marry me. I've still got all my teeth and hair but look like 'Grouty ' from porridge. fat git.
Truly love is blind.
I have to do a speech as well.. I've fleshed one out .. route one stuff as jo's family make the Amish look like studio 54 / Warhol Factory hedonists.
Watched 'Looking for Mickey' again the other day, never knew it was based on the Krays breaking out Frank mitchell' the mad axeman' from prison, who Freddie Foreman topped.
I know mate, The writing , the acting and that special weave between Terry and Arthur... magical.
A lot of their dialogue was ad lib, they just played off each other. I've got a script with hand written notes from 'Des' George layton from the episode 'the bounty hunter' where Terry jumps off a flyover onto a lorry, ' Mad bastard'.
Have you seen 'Fox' or Frank Ross 'out' both classics that capture london of the times. brilliant television.
Cheers boys, i'm as nervous as hell about walking down the old isle again next week.. feel a bit stupid but there you go.. getting all the family together including my lovely but unhinged mum will be nerve racking .... you never know what avenue and alleyway life will lead you to. I'm the luckiest twot alive to be given another chance... xx
'Minder' Ior me is not just a tv programme, more a family member. Terry , Dave and Arthur forever young in perpetuity on itv4.
I have a garden Bar dedicated To the Winchester and write for the following forum which is the bible for all minder fans. It's a real labour of love. It hits hard with many middle age people because 'Minder' was a surrogate father, brother to many.
'Er indoors Chigwell Jo is the love of my puff. I love her and i'll never recover. If you get a sniff of love in life , grab it with both hands and hold onto it like japanese knotweed.
I'm nothing more than a chancer , a fraud, an empty vessel yet i've been given another chance at my old age of 58. i intend to bathe in my good fortune with my soul mate.
Do the same lads if you get another chance.
see you on the other side good QPR brothers and sisters. Drink in love, companionship and mutual respect with a Vampiric thirst when you can. It doesn't come along often like the 238 bus.
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