Monkeys Fist 47013 Posted yesterday at 03:03 Share Posted yesterday at 03:03 On 12/06/2025 at 13:10, ewerk said: Sam Fender playing tonight. Young Ms. Fist went to this. She’s been recovering from a serious illness and this was one of her milestones so she was over the moon to be able to go. I asked her what the highlight of the gig was and she said it was afterwards in the Metro station. They were on the platform, the place was packed with everyone singing when it suddenly went quiet, and a strong tang of stale sweat and dirty kegs drifted through the place. She turned around and saw a pathway open up through the crowd, and two lads in sunderland tops making their way confidently towards the platform, handing out slices of Pocket Cheeyse as they went. Everyone gratefully received their slice , until they got to two lads stood next to my daughter. She said they were both 7ft tall and over twenty stone with muscles on their fingers. No sooner had they refused The Cheeyse when, KABLAAM, KAPOOOW! The pair of them were one-punched by the givers of The Cheeyse- sparked out cold. Everyone looked at their feet, and the atmosphere was briefly uncertain, but then some international students, 5 Japanese lasses, reverently approached the two lads and requested Cheeyse. As soon as they got their slices, they started hopping up and down, clapping their hands and squeaking, ” We hate the mags anarl, Mallas!” Our two heroes got on their train, and as it pulled away and headed south, Ms. Fist thought she heard an Elvis song come over the station PA, but she’s not sure because at that very same moment EVERY SINGLE PERSON in that station broke out in spontaneous applause and cheering as our heroes left the station. I’ve just snuck in to check on her now, and she’s slept with The Slice under her pillow, and has replaced her poster of Mohammed bin Salman Al Saud with this one of Eric Gates Marras, I’ve never been so proud of her. True story 13 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RobinRobin 13176 Posted yesterday at 04:07 Share Posted yesterday at 04:07 1 hour ago, Monkeys Fist said: Young Ms. Fist went to this. She’s been recovering from a serious illness and this was one of her milestones so she was over the moon to be able to go. I asked her what the highlight of the gig was and she said it was afterwards in the Metro station. They were on the platform, the place was packed with everyone singing when it suddenly went quiet, and a strong tang of stale sweat and dirty kegs drifted through the place. She turned around and saw a pathway open up through the crowd, and two lads in sunderland tops making their way confidently towards the platform, handing out slices of Pocket Cheeyse as they went. Everyone gratefully received their slice , until they got to two lads stood next to my daughter. She said they were both 7ft tall and over twenty stone with muscles on their fingers. No sooner had they refused The Cheeyse when, KABLAAM, KAPOOOW! The pair of them were one-punched by the givers of The Cheeyse- sparked out cold. Everyone looked at their feet, and the atmosphere was briefly uncertain, but then some international students, 5 Japanese lasses, reverently approached the two lads and requested Cheeyse. As soon as they got their slices, they started hopping up and down, clapping their hands and squeaking, ” We hate the mags snarl, Mallas!” Our two heroes got on their train, and as it pulled away and headed south, Ms. Fist thought she heard an Elvis song come over the station PA, but she’s not sure because at that very same moment EVERY SINGLE PERSON in that station broke out in spontaneous applause and cheering as our heroes left the station. I’ve just snuck in to check on her now, and she’s slept with The Slice under her pillow, and has replaced her poster of Mohammed bin Salman Al Saud with this one of Eric Gates Marras, I’ve never been so proud of her. True story FTM 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dazzler 12977 Posted 22 hours ago Share Posted 22 hours ago 11 hours ago, Monkeys Fist said: Young Ms. Fist went to this. She’s been recovering from a serious illness and this was one of her milestones so she was over the moon to be able to go. I asked her what the highlight of the gig was and she said it was afterwards in the Metro station. They were on the platform, the place was packed with everyone singing when it suddenly went quiet, and a strong tang of stale sweat and dirty kegs drifted through the place. She turned around and saw a pathway open up through the crowd, and two lads in sunderland tops making their way confidently towards the platform, handing out slices of Pocket Cheeyse as they went. Everyone gratefully received their slice , until they got to two lads stood next to my daughter. She said they were both 7ft tall and over twenty stone with muscles on their fingers. No sooner had they refused The Cheeyse when, KABLAAM, KAPOOOW! The pair of them were one-punched by the givers of The Cheeyse- sparked out cold. Everyone looked at their feet, and the atmosphere was briefly uncertain, but then some international students, 5 Japanese lasses, reverently approached the two lads and requested Cheeyse. As soon as they got their slices, they started hopping up and down, clapping their hands and squeaking, ” We hate the mags anarl, Mallas!” Our two heroes got on their train, and as it pulled away and headed south, Ms. Fist thought she heard an Elvis song come over the station PA, but she’s not sure because at that very same moment EVERY SINGLE PERSON in that station broke out in spontaneous applause and cheering as our heroes left the station. I’ve just snuck in to check on her now, and she’s slept with The Slice under her pillow, and has replaced her poster of Mohammed bin Salman Al Saud with this one of Eric Gates Marras, I’ve never been so proud of her. True story I heard this from Newbiggin Hall. It sounded shite. Fender, not the obviously true story about the two rock hard mackem gladiators. Praise be upon them, 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ayatollah Hermione 15404 Posted 18 hours ago Share Posted 18 hours ago “Mallas” 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Howmanheyman 38605 Posted 18 hours ago Share Posted 18 hours ago In a galaxy not too far away..... STAR WARS A brand no hope..... Lewk Bullknaka and his fwends are in a battle with North Shields star, Sam Fender and the eehval Saudi empire, Fender alongside the feared Darth Beheadie Eddeh will try and crush the rebels without a clew forever. May the force of their 104 football alliances be with them!! "Stay classy, marra" 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Howmanheyman 38605 Posted 17 hours ago Share Posted 17 hours ago (edited) "I'm your father, Lewk." "NOOOOOooooooo! Mam said me dad is Mr Jenkins who keyps coming around to fix mam's washing machine every weyk." Edited 14 hours ago by Howmanheyman 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alex 38242 Posted 17 hours ago Share Posted 17 hours ago 20 minutes ago, Howmanheyman said: Lewk Bullknaka 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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