I can't be sure, but I heard he got 'em off Cut Me Own Throat Dibbler.
Ahhhh....the smell of bad meat cooking, that takes me back. In Bolton, before they moved to the swanky new Reebok stadium, the half time pies came in two varieties: Hot and Cold. Queue up, get to the van window and the guy would bark "Hot or Cold?" and that would be that.
There was a half-time announcement one time when J's dad was at a match, telling a guy in the crowd that his wife had given birth to a healthy baby boy. Ahh Bolton men. Wife in labour? Good time to go to a match with the lads :P
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