Please, please help...

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You can afford a SC, but not to slide down a hill with 2 fencing boards strapped to your feet???
There's a slope ont rother valley you know.

Season ticket is monthly and lots cheaper.

Take it there's not many ski fans on here? :D
 



Just been presented with a fucker of a dilemma.

Me mum and her partner have just booked a last minute ski holiday. Driving over to an apartment in the Alps which has ample room.

They've invited me to go with them.

They leave on Friday morning.

I've not been skiing abroad since I was 12 and I can't really afford to these days on my wage.

What on earth do I do?

If you're selling - I'm buying...
 
Just been presented with a fucker of a dilemma.

Me mum and her partner have just booked a last minute ski holiday. Driving over to an apartment in the Alps which has ample room.

They've invited me to go with them.

They leave on Friday morning.

I've not been skiing abroad since I was 12 and I can't really afford to these days on my wage.

What on earth do I do?

Tell them to cancel,they wont be doing any skiing as there has just been 1.5 metres of fresh snow dumped on the Alps in the last 24 hours.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-42623293

https://www.thelocal.fr/20180109/in-pictures-french-alps-hit-by-snowmaggedon
 
Not even a dilema for me, go to the match.

I should point out however that I am a miserable twat who genuinely dislikes going on 'holidays', seriously. Short city breaks are enough for me these days.
 
You shouldn't have to ask,Tuesday before we play them lot on the Friday,and your Mum does that to you.

Tell her you never want to see or speak to her again,you are dead to me Mum

Worse than that, give her the plain cheap card with baubles on it at Christmas.
 
Tom, Tom, Tom they dont want you to go with them, they have made the offer knowing you would always put your beloved blades first, so when you say I cannot go mum I'm sorry she will shed a little tear and say "I understand son, you go to the match there will always be another time" so say "cheers mum I'd love to go, there will always be another Derby match." fuck em, you know it makes sense.
 
"Please, please help..."

I thought this was going to be a thread with some heartfealt message about how little Johnny was all set to see his first ever Steel City Derby but owing to a disaster he couldn't make it unless a kind-hearted Blade could divert to outer Mongolia to pick him up........but no, it's some posh bloke having a mental tussle over whether to go on a freebie ski-ing holiday with Mummy and Daddy......real world problems ladies and gentlemen.

You don't sit on about row T seat 180ish in the Westfield do you? There's a real posh twat up there who loves the sound of his own voice....

Me grandad taught himself to ski on Beauchief golf course in the 50's with ski's his dad made for him. My mum and uncle paid for their ski holidays by teaching kids to ski in Scotland in the 80's.

Me and mine are from humble backgrounds. The notion that skiing is for posh folk is bollocks.

And I'm back row of the Kop, as it happens :D
 
Me grandad taught himself to ski on Beauchief golf course in the 50's with ski's his dad made for him. My mum and uncle paid for their ski holidays by teaching kids to ski in Scotland in the 80's.

Me and mine are from humble backgrounds. The notion that skiing is for posh folk is bollocks.

And I'm back row of the Kop, as it happens :D
So that’s why I’m a shit golfer, the plot thickens!
 



Tom, Tom, Tom they dont want you to go with them, they have made the offer knowing you would always put your beloved blades first, so when you say I cannot go mum I'm sorry she will shed a little tear and say "I understand son, you go to the match there will always be another time" so say "cheers mum I'd love to go, there will always be another Derby match." fuck em, you know it makes sense.
Then proceed to have a miserable time and bring everyone else down.
 
Me grandad taught himself to ski on Beauchief golf course in the 50's with ski's his dad made for him. My mum and uncle paid for their ski holidays by teaching kids to ski in Scotland in the 80's.

Me and mine are from humble backgrounds. The notion that skiing is for posh folk is bollocks.

And I'm back row of the Kop, as it happens :D
You ski down the Kop?
 
Thats been on fire more times than a Crab Industries insurance scam.................erm I mean pure accident.
You should read this. Everyone should read it actually ,great book.
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Just been presented with a fucker of a dilemma.

Me mum and her partner have just booked a last minute ski holiday. Driving over to an apartment in the Alps which has ample room.

They've invited me to go with them.

They leave on Friday morning.

I've not been skiing abroad since I was 12 and I can't really afford to these days on my wage.

What on earth do I do?


Is your mum bored with her boyfriend, or does he want a drinking buddy and he can justif to your mum that he’s bonding with his partners son ?
 
Is your mum bored with her boyfriend, or does he want a drinking buddy and he can justif to your mum that he’s bonding with his partners son ?

Fuck knows why I said partner; they've been married two years.

The first part isn't correct but an element of the latter is!
 
I hate ski-ing.

I went once with school when I was 16 and these bronzed Frog instructors chatted up all our best looking girls.

I got bored with being taught how to snow-plough and set off down the steep bit of the hill that they told us to avoid.

As I approached the bottom at high velocity I spotted the small river in my path.

Having failed to pay attention in the “how to stop” lesson I made the decision to head for the small bump on the bank and attempt to clear it. I cleared the water but wrecked my left knee.

Cost me a whole season playing footie.

Go to the fucking game.
 
I hate ski-ing.

I went once with school when I was 16 and these bronzed Frog instructors chatted up all our best looking girls.

I got bored with being taught how to snow-plough and set off down the steep bit of the hill that they told us to avoid.

As I approached the bottom at high velocity I spotted the small river in my path.

Having failed to pay attention in the “how to stop” lesson I made the decision to head for the small bump on the bank and attempt to clear it. I cleared the water but wrecked my left knee.

Cost me a whole season playing footie.

Go to the fucking game.

Me grandad tried to teach me nan shortly after they married. She crashed into a cobbled wall and severely did her back in.

Never skiied again :D
 



Me grandad tried to teach me nan shortly after they married. She crashed into a cobbled wall and severely did her back in.

Never skiied again :D

Lady over the road from us went out of control, skied across a road and was wiped out by a bus. Didn’t Ike Turner ski into a tree and get killed he was stoned mind!

Get the Blue Tram down from Swillsborough in your Blades shirt and Fuck Wednesday bobble hat - it’s safer.
 

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