Hunt the ST - an international break game...

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Temporarily 'loaned' to a tout until after the Man U game 😉
 
Depending on the type of video player you have, if it's betamax forget it the season ticket has been lost for all time, if VHS then it has probably been recorded over for a rustbucket season ticket....

Think I might be banned now.......
 
Ask him where he had it last.
It won't help but it might be funny watching his face.

Also...

If he tells you where he had it last, & it isn't where you had it last, dump him!
 
Oh dear, the forum police are going to be after you - wrong section!

I suppose as it's your ball, you can do what you like though 😜
 
Did he have a solo holiday sans child? I feel the child may be taking the flak unfairly if she accompanied you on the holiday!

If she did not come along and was lost in Woodsrats, then I fear a Social Services visit may mean attending football will be a thing of he past for out inter web hero!!

Check every coat and trouser pocket as inevitably that last pair pre holiday may yield the item, the official family safe place ie behind the clock on mantelpiece or as already suggested every man has a secret spot about A4 sized and a couple of inches deep. Some may call it the Razzle area...
 
I find it difficult to understand why a 30-something male would ever take a season ticket out of their wallet, unless they're at the turnstile 🙄


Sort all the cards you don't need when you go abroad and leave them at home. Anything can happen.
 
It will be in, or near to, the first place he started to look for it. This is most commonly the case with lost objects.

What happens is, you automatically go to the most obvious place first, but if you don't do a thorough search there (maybe it's hidden by something that has also been left there since) you start to look in less obvious places. As the panic grows, you start looking in even less and less likely places.

This has happened to me many times. Quite commonly with car keys. I usually leave them on the side near to the kettle. I go to look and they are not there. So then I check the pockets of clothes I wore the previous day. Not there either. So then I start looking in other rooms in the house, not there either. So then I think I might have left them in the garage whilst pumping up my bike tyres. No, not there either. So then I start looking in wardrobes, under the bed, in the fridge, in the attic, etc. I start to remove the skirting boards and lift the wooden floor. Nope, not there either.

Actually, before I go quite to those lengths, I usually look for someone to blame. It starts nicely with...

"I don't suppose you've seen my keys?" to my dearest.

She'll usually reply: "No love, when did you last have them/where did you put them?"

And I'll start getting irritated then and say something like, "If I knew where I'd put them I wouldn't be asking you would I?" And then I'd change my tone a bit and say...

"Are you sure you haven't moved them?" Because she does like moving things does my missus. She's always rearranging the furniture for example. Sometimes I've come home from work and thought I was in the wrong house!

She'll make it worse by saying something like...

"I've told you to put them in the keybox, then you'd always know where they are!"

And I'll snap and say, "They won't fit in the bloody keybox because its full of all your stuff"!

She'll then get up and start looking for them as well. And she'll go to the most obvious place first, the place where I usually leave them. And she'll go...

"they're here!" Like I'm stupid or something.

And I'll go "Where?" like it's just not possible. And she'll be there, stood by the kettle, dangling my keys and laughing, saying..."you didn't look properly - they were just behind the kettle". :mad:

That feeling of relief, appreciation and annoyance at myself. It's hard to tolerate. I might have to finish off by saying, "in future, clear that bloody keybox of all your old stuff that you never use, then I can get my keys in there and this wouldn't happen!"

And she'll just look at me and laugh - and start rearranging a bit more furniture!
 
Based on your clues, I think I’d check your knockers first.
 
I’d put it where I normally kept my passport. Take passport from ‘safe place’, replace with cards I don’t want to take with me.
 

i am horrendous at this thing all putting things down & forgetting to pick them up or losing them. i genuinely think i was me that brought in season ticket replacement charge after losing 9 in 3 yrs after 5 they started charging.

thankfully on 9 i managed to keep this 1, i think it was due guy at ticket office face dropping & disgust when he saw the replacement number
 
Had a shit in a Petrol Station toilet in Middlesbrough last week and my wallet fell out of my jeans back pocket. Didn't realise until I got home which was an hour's drive back. Drove straight back and as soon as I asked they said 'Yes Sir, what is your name'. Season ticket was in there and £65 in cash plus about 10 various cards.

Gave them £20 in appreciation and wallowed in the fact I did not have to make about a dozen phone calls. Salt of the earth in Middlesbrough.
 
Say you were a mid-thirties bloke who worked for the finest local purveyors of knobs and knockers and ran some little internet forum for shark enthusiasts and kidney punching louts.

Say you were this bloke, and before you went on holiday in the last international break, you put your season ticket "somewhere safe".

Add into the mix a 2.5 year old toddler.

In the interests of not having to go down and get another reprint before Sundays match, does anyone have any suggestions as to where Foxy (or Fox Jr) has put the bloody thing?

If Foxy were married to my wife I could confidently maintain that she had put it in the fruit bowl for him. Have you a fruit bowl?

What I can't understand is that Foxy is a bloke and has put it somewhere himself! Putting things in other places, be they important or not, is a woman's job either for the purpose of "tidying up", "keeping something safe" or more like it as a result of Female OCDC.

You, as his long suffering spouse will know where it is and this is somewhere obvious like his trousers. It is your fault it is missing. You should have noticed where it was going as the home is your responsibility. Check his trousers or jackets. If, by mischance, daughter has intervened, and the ST has become a plaything, then I would inspect the bathroom, toilet and any plastic device/toy which resembles a kitchen in your house.
 
Mrs Mobile always hides her car keys in a "safe place" whenever we go on holiday. For a week after we get back, I imitate a taxi driver.
 
I have a mate who, a fair few years back was having a carpet fitting so in readiness had taken up the old one. After nipping in the kitchen to quickly mash a cup of tea he returned only minutes later to find his two year old slotting the last of his bank cards between the narrow gap between the floorboards. :eek:
 
My 11 year old still has the toddler moving stuff tendencies, we call her “the depositor”. Normally it’s her phone but it can be anything belonging to anyone.
 
Say you were a mid-thirties bloke who worked for the finest local purveyors of knobs and knockers and ran some little internet forum for shark enthusiasts and kidney punching louts.

Say you were this bloke, and before you went on holiday in the last international break, you put your season ticket "somewhere safe".

Add into the mix a 2.5 year old toddler.

In the interests of not having to go down and get another reprint before Sundays match, does anyone have any suggestions as to where Foxy (or Fox Jr) has put the bloody thing?

Check the glovebox in the car, that’s usually a safe place for things which you forget about within about 10 minutes
 
I have a mate who, a fair few years back was having a carpet fitting so in readiness had taken up the old one. After nipping in the kitchen to quickly mash a cup of tea he returned only minutes later to find his two year old slotting the last of his bank cards between the narrow gap between the floorboards. :eek:
Remember my 2 year old giving our video player a drink of coke through its mouth because it was thirsty ,the tape in was Fireman Sam and not my Blades season revue which was a bit of karma and hes still paying the excess at 1p a week 18 years later
 
At ours the conversation goes something like ...:

Me - I’ve looked all over but can’t find the xxx (usually in the black hole called the Loft ! )

Mrs Smalls - are you sure you’ve had a good look around ??

Me - yes positive.

Mrs Smalls - Have you had a proper look or a ‘Rufus’ look ??

Me - ok I’ll have another look

Me - no it’s definitely not where it should be

Mrs Smalls - if I have to look for it and find it I’ll be mad !

Me - oh ok I’ll just look one more time

Me - no it’s DEFINITELY not there

Mrs Smalls - let me come up and have a look

Mrs Smalls - Are you blind ?? It’s exactly where I told you it was !!

Me - OH FUCK !!
 

Say you were a mid-thirties bloke who worked for the finest local purveyors of knobs and knockers and ran some little internet forum for shark enthusiasts and kidney punching louts.

Say you were this bloke, and before you went on holiday in the last international break, you put your season ticket "somewhere safe".

Add into the mix a 2.5 year old toddler.

In the interests of not having to go down and get another reprint before Sundays match, does anyone have any suggestions as to where Foxy (or Fox Jr) has put the bloody thing?
Why not giver chancer a call over in s6 he may have hidden in lady years accounts
UTB NBM
 

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