It's a Long Way from Tipperary...
Just in case this blog is descending into 'wallowing' territory (Valentine's Day is nearing, you ain't seen nothing yet!) I wish to blog about happier things - namely the embarrassing and yet quite delightful pursuit of collecting football stickers.
Schwesty had bought me the Merlin Premier League sticker album as a Crimbo present (remembering how as a kid the prospect of the Mighty 'ding gracing such a thing was but a distant dream, and the holy grail of stickers was David Batty!!) but aside from the starter packs, I had done nothing with it. But lo and behold, yesterday's Mirror came with the self-same album free. Me and Schwesty knew that this happy event called for the sticker-collecting to begin in earnest, as we now had the opportunity to do swappsies!!
I'm not beyond the shame of walking into a newsagents at the age of twenty-six and loading up on stickers (and cherry coke) and so yesterday we had a marathon sticker session. Never has so much excitement been witnessed, in a house of adults, as when we ripped open a pack to find the Bobster (Bobby Convey) and Longie (Shane Long) staring back at us - two of the finest (ahem cutest) players to grace the Madstad.
However the sticker mission will not be over until the Reading FC page is filled, and I have at least one spare of head ging-boy Dave Kitson to stick on my bedpost, and draw a heart round with a biro (that is a joke - sort of!).
Schwesty had bought me the Merlin Premier League sticker album as a Crimbo present (remembering how as a kid the prospect of the Mighty 'ding gracing such a thing was but a distant dream, and the holy grail of stickers was David Batty!!) but aside from the starter packs, I had done nothing with it. But lo and behold, yesterday's Mirror came with the self-same album free. Me and Schwesty knew that this happy event called for the sticker-collecting to begin in earnest, as we now had the opportunity to do swappsies!!
I'm not beyond the shame of walking into a newsagents at the age of twenty-six and loading up on stickers (and cherry coke) and so yesterday we had a marathon sticker session. Never has so much excitement been witnessed, in a house of adults, as when we ripped open a pack to find the Bobster (Bobby Convey) and Longie (Shane Long) staring back at us - two of the finest (ahem cutest) players to grace the Madstad.
However the sticker mission will not be over until the Reading FC page is filled, and I have at least one spare of head ging-boy Dave Kitson to stick on my bedpost, and draw a heart round with a biro (that is a joke - sort of!).
posted by TheMightyDing at 09:23
3 Comments:
darn it, if i'd known i would have bought a paper too then got a sticker album. durrrr
Arrrr it is an innocent and yet wonderful pursuit, much like chasing butterflies in a meadow, and then catching them, and pinning them to a board (actually perhaps not...)
hmm, yes the butterfly idea sounds a little bit too wasp factory but i agree simple innocent pursuits as the way to go - like knitting and crafts (got a wicked alternative craft book for crimbo -can't wait to make a start on some blue peter style creations!)
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