“I lost my Barbour in Twickenham car park”
– Split Single With Happy Lounge Labelmates
So… what do we know about Twickenham?
The A to Z of HMHB
The A to Z of HMHB
“I lost my Barbour in Twickenham car park”
– Split Single With Happy Lounge Labelmates
So… what do we know about Twickenham?
Bobby svarc
Only ever been there once, a Nineteen something John Player cup final. Leicester RFC v Gosforth, we won. Back in the good old days of Amateur Rugby Union, “Twickers” was a little ramshackle but was a lovely place. Leicester had a stalwart secretary back then, Tudor Thomas was his name, he did everything even cleaning the lavatories. He was a man of true principles, the day the sport turned professional, Tudor resigned.
19 April 2017
hendrix-tattoo
Remember thinking at the time, you don’t get many of them in a 5lb bag of spuds.
https://youtu.be/aHUny5i4544
19 April 2017
third rate les
I’ve been there three times now to watch England, and I give up. The only fun one was because I happened to be sitting in front of a bunch of French supporters, so belted out the Marseillaise with them – that was good. Other than that it’s a shockingly passionless place. I can’t even describe it as “miserable” because that suggests at least some level of emotional engagement. It almost feels like everyone’s in a kind of competition to see who can be most indifferent. If they lose, everyone moans indifferently. If they win, everyone moans indifferently about why they didn’t win by more while the losers claim moral victory. The players themselves have that Will Carling-type wide-eyed insincere vacuousness about them. I always end up cheering the opposition and yearning to be standing on a 1980s football terrace screaming furiously or jumping around in such elation I lose all sense of time and place.
Sorry, rant over.
19 April 2017
bobby svarc
Then comes the song…again…again….and again.
19 April 2017