Nottingham Weekend

First of all I like to say that this isn't another Stop Whinging/Robbery thread.

For what its worth I had it 116-113 to Froch however I am more than happy to admit I was pissed and was still revelling in a text message from my dearest Stacie, informing me that my beloved Joe was indeed now DEFEATED It was certainly not a robbery as I see it. I was probably giving Froch rounds because I was rooting for him and the way I saw it at least he was trying to take the fight to him, whereas I can certainly understand others giving it to Dirrell. Either way it was a pretty poor fight and very hard to score some boring boring rounds, which in turns makes the level of criticism Froch is getting VERY UNFARE.

This is more about me informing you lads of a top day/night in Nottingham and to let you all know what a top lad the poster 'Fleaman' is As well as giving a shout out to Beeston, Teesider and The Holmes Show

Me and my 2 friends got the train down there at 11:30am, and started the drinking then. My mate (Ste) who thinks he's a bit of a ladies man who is actually an arrogant ******* (think of the love him/hate him - Marmite situation) started off his 'patter' on the train straight away. We were all on a table having a few bevvies and there was a young girl on our tabel of four. She was on the phone talking about some wedding she was going to when Ste's eyes lit up. Me and my other mate (Jay) rolled our eyes thinking 'here we go' We got talking to her and she was chatting about weddings and such and was asking me about mine. Ste must have sensed she was ignoring him a little when he saw a man walking on the moors by himself and decided to make a mental statement about it at full volume.... "Isn't walking ****!!! Who the f*ck goes walking" I trying hard at this point not to laugh but the girls comment sent me and J over the edge. She replied "Aww no its not its nice walking you get to just be on your own for a bit and take in the scenery, plus you dont end up stuck having to talk to some dick head" Man I couldn't stop laughing. Anyway the girl moved seats a few stops later to meet a lad who got on at to meet her,much to Ste's enjoyment "He's a f*cking Yetti him, how does he pull a girl like that" and the rest of the journey went without a hitch.

We got to Nottingham at around half one and instead of getting a taxi to our hotel we decided to wait for our mate Gilly (on his way from down south) to come and pick us up. We had a few beers and went and had a bet on the footie (Lost my bet on Everton). My mate eventually got there and we went to our hotel. Now the hotel could only be described as something akin to the famous 'Hotel Paradiso' We got into the reception area to find we was going to be spending the night in a fridge and the Fire Certificate proudly displayed on the wall without any others to back it up, had actually passed its validation in 1978 Me and Gilly dumped our bags in the 3 man room which we would be sharing with my brother (we kindly left the bed resembling a stretcher to him) and was quickly greeted by Ste and J in our room stating that there room wasn't big enough to drop there bags down in :rofl
We went into town and one of those 'Burger 'n' Beer meals in Weaterspoons. My brother got to the train station so I went to take him to the hotel and picked up the tickets seeing as it was obvious that we wasn't going back ther to get dressed up. Amidst all of this I have been texting Fleaman,Beeston, Holmesy and Teesider about arranging meets. Beeston and Fleaman had been out in the afternoon however with Beeston being the big Yorkshireman he is, he needed a siesta. We agreed to meet Fleaman in Weatherspoons. My mates and that were all taking the **** about the whole internet thing, saying I groom kids online and that They were saying I bet he wears glasses and looks about 15. Well anyway Fleaman rings me up and says he was outside A Weatherspoons and to come out and make sure it was the right one. I got to the door to see the Flea in all his glory (Looking 15 and with glasses on - No offence Flea :good) and the first thought that crossed my mind is that my mate Ste will have a field day when he sees him. Anyway I introduced him to them all and all were sound. I couldn't help but laugh at how excitable this lad was and my mates loved him. He didn't stop talking from the moment we sat down about how he analysed the fight and came to the conclusion that Froch was gonna win in the FIRST, so confident of this was he that he had actually BET ON THE OUTCOME

We went to about 5/6 different boozers and in each of them Fleaman got lost having a cigarette. Each time when me or my mates went looking for him we'd find him captavating some audience of smokers with his shadowboxing or breaking the fight down as he saw it :rofl Add his enthusiasm to the fact that he wouldn't drink anything other than JagerBombs after the first bar meant we all knew we was in for a lively one with him. We met up with Beeston who had woken from his slumber and went around a few more bars. Upon leaving one bar we got halfway down the street to find that our very own Fleaman had once again lost us despite leaving through the doors with us. We went back up the street to find him hugging a man and shouting at us to see who it was, We got there to find he was hugging that bloke 'Anthony' who was in Big Brother a few series' back (Newcastle were in town for Forrest). When we told him to leave him alone and to come with us he shouted at the top of his voice in his cockney accent "But lads, its that facking Anthony form x-Factor" We were nearly on the ground laughing, as was the whole section of smokers outside the club and this poor Anthony's girlfriend and friends. The problem was though that Fleaman wouldn't leave him alone and kept reffering to him as that Facker from X-Factor. I'll give this lad his dues though as he never took offence and spent the whol 5 minutes laughing at/with Fleaman and even the lads Missus was saying to him, "C'mon Anthony give us a tune" much tyo Fleamans approval as he started shouting "Yeah give us a facking tune Anthony". We eventually got him to leave the lad alone and upon turning the corner, Beeston says "Hey Fleaman, you do know that was Anthony from Big Brother and not X-Factor don't you?" Fleamans response was ace and promted 10 minutes of him calling us all ' Facking Cants' for letting him embarrass himself (Sorry Flea but who wouldn't). We then went to a bar and upon entering we was approached by a girl dressed in suspenders and police shirt armed with truncheon. She was playfully hitting us all as we came in. Ste was loving it, trying to suck the truncheon off and we went to the bar. At the bar we was alerted by a cockney behind us shouting "Hit me harder". We turned (unsuprised) to see it was Fleaman standing, hands behind back, chin in the air telling the girl he had a granite chi and to hit him as hard as possible. She hit him a few times and wandered off but Fleaman chased her trying to be hit harder to prove his whiskers. Another girl turned up who was stunning and started having a go at him to leave the girl alone. I went over to try and drag him away and ended up chatting to the two girls. The stunner was telling me that the policewoman was her sister and she was very protective of her. As soon as Ste saw us he came flying over trying to get some attention and my brother came out of the toilet and walked past us. I mentioned to the girls that that was my brother and one said "Aww thats really nice that your out down here with your kid bro" to which Ste jumped in and said "Erm I'm his other brother too" trying to gain any attention We chatted for a while then they went there different ways. Time was passing by now so we had to get to the Arena.

When we got to the Arena we had already missed the Taylor/Abraham fight so we decided to carry on the drinking in the 'Circular Foyer' We met up with Teesider who is sound as and also The Holmes Show who is also sound as (Although he is a big Calzaghe nut and prompted the rant of all rants from myself to which I apologise for - I actually have no intention of letting him punch me 4 times in the face for free before I lay it down onto his dad )

We had to intervene once more when Fleaman managed to upset some bullshitter. The lad was pretending he was a pro boxer and should have been on the undercard however he didn't make the weight. When Fleaman asked him why he didn't he pointed to his booze to which Fleaman highlighted the fact he was talking out of his arse. The lad and his 4 mates took exception to this and started being dicks. I think they thought he was on his own but we came over and managed to calm them down.

 

After the fight we had a 45 minute walk to the hotel and got our head down for around 5 hours. We eventually visted Hooters in the morning and had a cheeky pint in their before we got our train. Was worth it just to say we went to be honest but that was it. Nice birds in there though.

All in all we had a top couple of days and I would reccomend anyone thinking about it to meet up with all the lads I mention in this thread.

Sorry for going on a bit

 

Well you needn't have bothered you tosspot :good

 

Holmesy nice one pal. We got back to the hotel at like 4:45. It was ****ing freezing. Ste and Jamie stole all our coffee sachets too the ****ers We was gonna have one when we got back. Nice meeting you Holmesy and your mate was proper sound too :good

Fleaman is my new ESB legend :deal

 

Ha Ha class that about your cousin but come on pal, Fleaman was the furthest thing from Yobbish or loud mouthed. He was a boy