Bob Socks
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A great turn out for Cooperman's funeral at Darnall yesterday morning, saw dozens of old faces I haven't seen for years. The coffin arrived in a horse drawn carriage decked in red and white. I just managed to get in the packed chapel and stood at the back.
The vicar, who looked like a cross between Harry Seacombe playing Mr Bumble in Oliver and Elvis Presley, had obviously been on the larrup. He kept forgetting the words and getting peoples names wrong. To make matters worse the microphone kept going on and off making him sound like the Reverend Norman Collier. This got too much for me and quite a few others, we couldn't help laughing and had to leave the chapel. I stood outside and listened on the speakers. Unfortunately, the vicar had neither the signing voice of Harry or Elvis and his rendering of 'The Lord's my Shepard' drowned out the rest of the congregation and caused more amusement.
On to the wake at The Navigation where the beer flowed well into the afternoon. Brooksie, who I hadn't seen at the service arrived paralytic. He managed to stagger to the bog, but in while in the middle of a shit his back went. He crawled around the bog floor in agony begging people to pull his trousers up, the stink put everybody off.
He eventually ended up on the front steps of the pub, still in a right tangle and Sully called the paramedics, they arrived and attached wires all over him, he was having none of it, he pulled the wires off and shouted "gimme a fuckin fag." The paramedics had enough and called an ambulance. The ambulance arrived and stretchered him in, but he kicked off again and was transferred to a police riot van that had been patrolling the area all day.
So it was an eventful old day, I'm sure Coops would have loved every minute of it.
The vicar, who looked like a cross between Harry Seacombe playing Mr Bumble in Oliver and Elvis Presley, had obviously been on the larrup. He kept forgetting the words and getting peoples names wrong. To make matters worse the microphone kept going on and off making him sound like the Reverend Norman Collier. This got too much for me and quite a few others, we couldn't help laughing and had to leave the chapel. I stood outside and listened on the speakers. Unfortunately, the vicar had neither the signing voice of Harry or Elvis and his rendering of 'The Lord's my Shepard' drowned out the rest of the congregation and caused more amusement.
On to the wake at The Navigation where the beer flowed well into the afternoon. Brooksie, who I hadn't seen at the service arrived paralytic. He managed to stagger to the bog, but in while in the middle of a shit his back went. He crawled around the bog floor in agony begging people to pull his trousers up, the stink put everybody off.
He eventually ended up on the front steps of the pub, still in a right tangle and Sully called the paramedics, they arrived and attached wires all over him, he was having none of it, he pulled the wires off and shouted "gimme a fuckin fag." The paramedics had enough and called an ambulance. The ambulance arrived and stretchered him in, but he kicked off again and was transferred to a police riot van that had been patrolling the area all day.
So it was an eventful old day, I'm sure Coops would have loved every minute of it.
