T_Bone
Striker
I stopped going by train to this one after the two carriage rust bucket was filled with Boros finest half wits and we got on at BWH.
They were pissed, shotting pint pots of piss around, generally in our direction. There were about twenty of us, over two hundred of them.
Anyway, pulls into Sunderland station and there’s a big polis waiting committee who rounded them up and I think took them to Sinatra’s.
Their main lad who was quite distinctive shall we say, evaded the polis thanks to a bit of help from us.
Out'side the station he realised he’d made a mistake he was led into an alley way and given a few slaps then we handed him over to the Polis and told them he was the main man smashing the carriage up.
They were pissed, shotting pint pots of piss around, generally in our direction. There were about twenty of us, over two hundred of them.
Anyway, pulls into Sunderland station and there’s a big polis waiting committee who rounded them up and I think took them to Sinatra’s.
Their main lad who was quite distinctive shall we say, evaded the polis thanks to a bit of help from us.
Out'side the station he realised he’d made a mistake he was led into an alley way and given a few slaps then we handed him over to the Polis and told them he was the main man smashing the carriage up.