Spicy Soup and City: A Recap

Hello everybody, still a bit under the weather, so this is a mish mash of last weekends shenanigans. again the bantams followed up a victory with a comprehensive defeat at home, this time at the hands of Hereford. Not a bad display, but the opposition showed what a team with a couple of players who can cross the ball, and another couple who can convert these chances can achieve. It was the first outing for Willy Topp, our Chilean acquisition, who will have to make a pretty big impact, as the money spent on him meant our top scorer, Big Dave Nsumbu-Ngbungo has returned to Gillingham. It was a nasty day, and the pitch was swamped, so judgement will be reserved for anther outing, in this case Notts County on the 12/01/08. It was off to Otley next, yes Mercenary, the Shouster worked out there was no train station, for the Saltaire lads traditional Spicy Soup. It wasn't bad, the soup that is, and yes it was plenty spicy. Not enough so for the boy Lefty, who decided to liven his up, in a Funky-esque manner, with a double vodka. But one was not enough, he had two, and made everyone sample a bit. He decided to call it S.V.S. (Spicy Vodka Soup), but I prefer to call it Bile, as it tasted like that stuff you gip up in your mouth and re-swallow. He somehow, quite remarkably it has to be said, manged to keep this new cocktail down, but it wasn't to last for long. At the next bar, he pestered the barman as too which was the hottest condiment he had to hand. He in turn produced a chilli sauce of volcanic potency, which once again ended up in a double vodka. This time our hero went deep crimson and burst for the door, gagging. The bar keep came to his aid, giving him a glass of milk to put out the flames. This in turn gave the following stream of vomit a lovely fluorescent whiteness at it hit the pavement. There is video footage, Finny blue toothed me his, but it didn't turn out right on my phone(poor pics and no audio). This made the Leftster hungry, and he decided to take us to a pub that he claimed to serve the best steak sandwich in the land. We arrived to be told they hadn't served food for twenty years. We may have found a new challenger to match the Funky one. We finished off throwing shapes in a pub, but none of us were a match for Otleys own Tony Manero, who spanked that ass all night, dancing the same moves to every song that was played, in his funky waist coast. Finally, it was off to the Casino, where I lost miserably, and Shouty fell asleep.