As we're unlikely to see terraces again at football, this is the virtual equivalent where you can chat to your hearts content about all football matters and, obviously, Arsenal in particular. This forum encourages all Gooners to visit and contribute so please keep it respectful, clean and topical.
crocit wrote:my dad was born in the 50's, at highbury, during an Arsenal Match
My mum was playing for the Arsenal when her waters broke, they had to use the changing rooms as a hospital. The closest thing she had to a doctor was Bertie Mee. Luckily, my Dad (who was Chairman of the Arsenal at the time), made sure she was as comfortable as possible.
Yeah, well my Great Grandad was born in 1886 & he filled up one of the canons at Royal Arsenal with his spunk & then shot it all the way from Woolwich across the river straight at & up my Grandmum who just happened to be sunbathing on the North Bank of the Thames with no knickers on.
crocit wrote:my dad was born in the 50's, at highbury, during an Arsenal Match
My mum was playing for the Arsenal when her waters broke, they had to use the changing rooms as a hospital. The closest thing she had to a doctor was Bertie Mee. Luckily, my Dad (who was Chairman of the Arsenal at the time), made sure she was as comfortable as possible.
Yeah, well my Great Grandad was born in 1886 & he filled up one of the canons at Royal Arsenal with his spunk & then shot it all the way from Woolwich across the river straight at & up my Grandmum who just happened to be sunbathing on the North Bank of the Thames with no knickers on.
crocit wrote:my dad was born in the 50's, at highbury, during an Arsenal Match
My mum was playing for the Arsenal when her waters broke, they had to use the changing rooms as a hospital. The closest thing she had to a doctor was Bertie Mee. Luckily, my Dad (who was Chairman of the Arsenal at the time), made sure she was as comfortable as possible.
Yeah, well my Great Grandad was born in 1886 & he filled up one of the canons at Royal Arsenal with his spunk & then shot it all the way from Woolwich across the river straight at & up my Grandmum who just happened to be sunbathing on the North Bank of the Thames with no knickers on.
My great great grandad was quartermaster at the Woolwich Armoury and learnt to assemble bolt action rifles at the Dial Square workshop. He married his wife who was the sister of David Danskin and so there is real Arsenal in the blood.
Except their son went weird after suffering a terrible loss at the Baccarat tables in an illegal game with King Edward VII and ended up supporting Spurs but now I have reclaimed the family heritage and will even tattoo the club logo on my appendage but it might not be such a big tattoo but it is the tattoo that matters not the size.
crocit wrote:my dad was born in the 50's, at highbury, during an Arsenal Match
My mum was playing for the Arsenal when her waters broke, they had to use the changing rooms as a hospital. The closest thing she had to a doctor was Bertie Mee. Luckily, my Dad (who was Chairman of the Arsenal at the time), made sure she was as comfortable as possible.
My mum gave a birth to me one spring day in 70es, in a female cubicle at Highbury stadium, just before half time. I was all wraped up in Arsenal colours and ready for action by beginning of second half. Needless to say, that was also my first Arsenal game.
VforVictory wrote:My great great grandad was quartermaster at the Woolwich Armoury and learnt to assemble bolt action rifles at the Dial Square workshop. He married his wife who was the sister of David Danskin and so there is real Arsenal in the blood.
Except their son went weird after suffering a terrible loss at the Baccarat tables in an illegal game with King Edward VII and ended up supporting Spurs but now I have reclaimed the family heritage and will even tattoo the club logo on my appendage but it might not be such a big tattoo but it is the tattoo that matters not the size.
crocit wrote:my dad was born in the 50's, at highbury, during an Arsenal Match
My mum was playing for the Arsenal when her waters broke, they had to use the changing rooms as a hospital. The closest thing she had to a doctor was Bertie Mee. Luckily, my Dad (who was Chairman of the Arsenal at the time), made sure she was as comfortable as possible.
Your joking aren't you... Bertie Mee would have been 18, and possibly playing for Mansfield Town, around that time...
crocit wrote:my dad was born in the 50's, at highbury, during an Arsenal Match
My mum was playing for the Arsenal when her waters broke, they had to use the changing rooms as a hospital. The closest thing she had to a doctor was Bertie Mee. Luckily, my Dad (who was Chairman of the Arsenal at the time), made sure she was as comfortable as possible.
My mum gave a birth to me one spring day in 70es, in a female cubicle at Highbury stadium, just before half time. I was all wraped up in Arsenal colours and ready for action by beginning of second half. Needless to say, that was also my first Arsenal game.
crocit wrote:my dad was born in the 50's, at highbury, during an Arsenal Match
My mum was playing for the Arsenal when her waters broke, they had to use the changing rooms as a hospital. The closest thing she had to a doctor was Bertie Mee. Luckily, my Dad (who was Chairman of the Arsenal at the time), made sure she was as comfortable as possible.
My mum gave a birth to me one spring day in 70es, in a female cubicle at Highbury stadium, just before half time. I was all wraped up in Arsenal colours and ready for action by beginning of second half. Needless to say, that was also my first Arsenal game.
Was **** in the cubicle next door sitting down to take a slash cos no matter how close he stood to the urinals in the gents he still dribbled piss all over his Jesus sandals?
crocit wrote:my dad was born in the 50's, at highbury, during an Arsenal Match
My mum was playing for the Arsenal when her waters broke, they had to use the changing rooms as a hospital. The closest thing she had to a doctor was Bertie Mee. Luckily, my Dad (who was Chairman of the Arsenal at the time), made sure she was as comfortable as possible.
My mum gave a birth to me one spring day in 70es, in a female cubicle at Highbury stadium, just before half time. I was all wraped up in Arsenal colours and ready for action by beginning of second half. Needless to say, that was also my first Arsenal game.
Was **** in the cubicle next door sitting down to take a slash cos no matter how close he stood to the urinals in the gents he still dribbled piss all over his Jesus sandals?
Glad you've mentioned that, my mum reckons she had to wait for him for ages to get out of cubicle (there was only one cubicle in ladies loo in 70es apparently)...and weirdest bit is, nobody could tell that he's bloke
i love my location, as for going to Arsenal games home and away! 20 mins on train to Finsbury Park, and 10 mins on train to Stevenage and then on route to Leedswhich connects to most games, for a cheap price!
crocit wrote:my dad was born in the 50's, at highbury, during an Arsenal Match
My mum was playing for the Arsenal when her waters broke, they had to use the changing rooms as a hospital. The closest thing she had to a doctor was Bertie Mee. Luckily, my Dad (who was Chairman of the Arsenal at the time), made sure she was as comfortable as possible.
My mum gave a birth to me one spring day in 70es, in a female cubicle at Highbury stadium, just before half time. I was all wraped up in Arsenal colours and ready for action by beginning of second half. Needless to say, that was also my first Arsenal game.
Was **** in the cubicle next door sitting down to take a slash cos no matter how close he stood to the urinals in the gents he still dribbled piss all over his Jesus sandals?
Glad you've mentioned that, my mum reckons she had to wait for him for ages to get out of cubicle (there was only one cubicle in ladies loo in 70es apparently)...and weirdest bit is, nobody could tell that he's bloke
Did I mention my first word was: Arse!
I think there was 2 originally but they had to get rid of one cos some chubby bloke kept drilling in a hole in the side & sticking his willy through. Not that it was ever big enough to make it all the way to the other cubicle, but he got terrible splinters.
Its Up 4 Grabs Now wrote:Was **** in the cubicle next door sitting down to take a slash cos no matter how close he stood to the urinals in the gents he still dribbled piss all over his Jesus sandals?
Glad you've mentioned that, my mum reckons she had to wait for him for ages to get out of cubicle (there was only one cubicle in ladies loo in 70es apparently)...and weirdest bit is, nobody could tell that he's bloke
Did I mention my first word was: Arse!
I think there was 2 originally but they had to get rid of one cos some chubby bloke kept drilling in a hole in the side & sticking his willy through. Not that it was ever big enough to make it all the way to the other cubicle, but he got terrible splinters.
