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shadowkitty) wrote2005-01-01 11:50 pm
shadowkitty) wrote2005-01-01 11:50 pm
Look mum I'm on the telly!
Today was my first trip to the Lane - bought my dad tickets for Christmas, even though he hates Spurs. Oops. Dad was complaining cos he's now so old I'm taking him to football matches rather than the other way round, which he thinks is the proper state of affairs.
But that's not why I was concerned this morning. Today was the day that my dad met Gez. I'm the only one of the three of us who is even acknowledged this. Gez is the person Taz says I'm not allowed to call my boyfriend. In many respects she's right as we've only been going out for two months. But she's not here, & nor is anyone else so sod it.
I can definitely recommend a football match as a surprisingly good place for your boyfriend to meet your dad. Especially if they're sitting two blocks away from each other. That way at half time & on the way home it's less 'what are you doing to my daughter?!' & more 'that was a good goal, wasn't it?' All five of them! Heh heh, sorry I'm just stupidly pleased they won. I'm now an official good luck charm.
Not that it got off to a good start. Dad & I sat in a bad place - directly behind the goal - & the Everton players decided that taking practice shots at my head would just be the funnest thing ever. I swear the buggers were aiming at me! I had to duck at least eight times!
The thing is, you never realise how LOUD a match is until you're there. It didn't help that I was on the very vocal Park Lane Stand. I was pretty deaf by the end. Mind you, my dad started pretty deaf so I think he's ok.
They seemed to get on alright, I don't have any complaints. Bonded over their mutual hate of Chelsea. Gez was very impressed dad could stomach a burger from the stand. Think dad may have been less impressed by Gez being able to stomach beer in the middle of the afternoon but he was gracious enough not to say anything, which is most unlike him. Lets just say that if dad had found fault, we would have known about it. Immediately. At the top of his voice. So at the moment I'm assuming he's ok with this.
Oh, bollocks, I AM on the telly! There's me, behind the goal!
But that's not why I was concerned this morning. Today was the day that my dad met Gez. I'm the only one of the three of us who is even acknowledged this. Gez is the person Taz says I'm not allowed to call my boyfriend. In many respects she's right as we've only been going out for two months. But she's not here, & nor is anyone else so sod it.
I can definitely recommend a football match as a surprisingly good place for your boyfriend to meet your dad. Especially if they're sitting two blocks away from each other. That way at half time & on the way home it's less 'what are you doing to my daughter?!' & more 'that was a good goal, wasn't it?' All five of them! Heh heh, sorry I'm just stupidly pleased they won. I'm now an official good luck charm.
Not that it got off to a good start. Dad & I sat in a bad place - directly behind the goal - & the Everton players decided that taking practice shots at my head would just be the funnest thing ever. I swear the buggers were aiming at me! I had to duck at least eight times!
The thing is, you never realise how LOUD a match is until you're there. It didn't help that I was on the very vocal Park Lane Stand. I was pretty deaf by the end. Mind you, my dad started pretty deaf so I think he's ok.
They seemed to get on alright, I don't have any complaints. Bonded over their mutual hate of Chelsea. Gez was very impressed dad could stomach a burger from the stand. Think dad may have been less impressed by Gez being able to stomach beer in the middle of the afternoon but he was gracious enough not to say anything, which is most unlike him. Lets just say that if dad had found fault, we would have known about it. Immediately. At the top of his voice. So at the moment I'm assuming he's ok with this.
Oh, bollocks, I AM on the telly! There's me, behind the goal!
boyf!
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gez! gez!!!! I'm not sure what to make of that.