Bakerlooline
Striker
Was in Cyprus on hols, and sat in the restaurant at the hotel. It was BBQ night, we arrived a little late and the only outside table left was quite close to the BBQ serving area. All was good then up steps the geordie. In fairness he didn't have a footy top on, just the nufc socks and shorts combined with a manky tshirt. After filling his plate with a gargantuan portion of everything on offer, he began to look a little flustered and immediately accosted a young kitchen hand who was refilling the now empty serving dishes. "Is there nur borgas but?" = a blank expression from the young Cypriot lad. "Ya knar man borgas", "sorry sir, what?" Was the reply. This went on for some time with the geordie fella getting louder and louder and basically just shouting "BORGAS MAN! YA KNAR MAN BIF BORGAS". With total credit to my ex, she sauntered over and simply said "he is asking for a beef burger".
All the sad bastard had to do was speak properly instead of the exaggerated, forced accent he was using and he would've got what he wanted. Instead, he made a complete tit of himself. I pity the thick fuckers, I really do.
All the sad bastard had to do was speak properly instead of the exaggerated, forced accent he was using and he would've got what he wanted. Instead, he made a complete tit of himself. I pity the thick fuckers, I really do.