The Likely Lads

“Oh what happened to you, whatever happened to me, what became of those people, we used to be…”

Monkey bar, 12.47pm, Saturday 17th December 2011.  Swansea City at home.

“You out tonight then?”.

“Nah, it’s the final of Strictly…”.

Answered without the slightest embarrassment by a hirsute reared builder.

The youngest (by some way) in our group is 31 and he (Des) became a dad last Thursday. Welcome Junior Magpie Phoebe Elizabeth.  We’re going to have a night out to wet the baby’s head. Probably on a Friday, so I’ll be on the soft drinks as I run on a Saturday morning.

Baz walks in. He gave up his season ticket this year for financial reasons but has decided to come and have a Christmas drink with the lads. He didn’t tell anybody he was coming but sadly knew exactly where we’d be.

Stevie says he’s just booked a week’s holiday in Tenerife for March; without checking the fixture list first! He’s then mightily relieved to discover that we play the mackems at home just 3 days before he leaves. Could have been disastrous timing that one.

Mark then launches into a tirade against David Cameron (Can’t really blame him for that) for taking away any influence the British had on the Eurozone, zzzzzzz.

We’ve booked a table for 9 at an Italian restaurant before the West Brom game this Wednesday.

It’s hard to imagine that these are the same lads that have toured Britain and Europe following the Toon and getting into many a comedic scrape along the way. Oh when did it all go wrong?

I will be 50 years old by next Christmas. Bet you couldn’t tell.