PNE-Karl
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Hey. This is all where it began.
1983. Sumpter Horse. Penwortham.
Every night after work I'd be down for a pint.
Nothing special. Just a local for a pint after a hard day's work.
The weeks went by. Another pint, another day.
One thing I noticed were the same two girls at the same table every night. They looked smart. I took a notice. Nervously I asked if they would like a drink. Success, they both agreed! Bloody hell! did I have enough money? Fortunately yes. We introduced ourselves and I learned their names were Yvonne and Polly. Bloody great I thought. Little did I know what was coming next! 36 years of memories happy.
I lost Yvonne in January this year and it has torn my heart out :-(
After a swift romance and being welcomed into her family, we tied the knot. I was buzzing. We soon had a little bugger, Zoe, to keep us both occupied! 22:27 16th November 1984. She's fecking 36 now!
I don't know why I'm writing this? I'm just pissed off at the moment. I was 60 yesterday. No fucking celebration. Got a couple of visits from my brother and sister though at the back door
North End won yesterday. Hurray!
Stop whinging Karl. It's looking up...
1983. Sumpter Horse. Penwortham.
Every night after work I'd be down for a pint.
Nothing special. Just a local for a pint after a hard day's work.
The weeks went by. Another pint, another day.
One thing I noticed were the same two girls at the same table every night. They looked smart. I took a notice. Nervously I asked if they would like a drink. Success, they both agreed! Bloody hell! did I have enough money? Fortunately yes. We introduced ourselves and I learned their names were Yvonne and Polly. Bloody great I thought. Little did I know what was coming next! 36 years of memories happy.
I lost Yvonne in January this year and it has torn my heart out :-(
After a swift romance and being welcomed into her family, we tied the knot. I was buzzing. We soon had a little bugger, Zoe, to keep us both occupied! 22:27 16th November 1984. She's fecking 36 now!
I don't know why I'm writing this? I'm just pissed off at the moment. I was 60 yesterday. No fucking celebration. Got a couple of visits from my brother and sister though at the back door
North End won yesterday. Hurray!
Stop whinging Karl. It's looking up...