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>Was working in Centre Point in the centre of London >amongst a real bunch of Hooray Henrys who thought >Welsh people were pretty low in the pecking order. >They used to take the piss 'cos they heard me say >"Bore da" to someone on the phone and every time I >entered the room it was sing-song Taffy voices "Bore >da, boyo, hows the sheep in the coal mines today" et >bloody cetera. > >Any way they were so full of how england were going to >piss on our rather faltering campaign and win the >grand slam it was as much as I could do not to exit >the fucking building via the window. Anyway me and my >mate, a Welshman living in Chiswick, came down to >Cardiff with tickets for the game, had a great time >back amongst friends and screaming that we couldn't >wait to get to work on Monday. Left the ground singing >"Dewi's made the wrong choice, Dewi's made the wrong >choice, lalalalaa". > >Went into Centre Point Monday unsure as to whether to >crash the doors open and shout "Yahoo, fuck you!" etc, >but decided to walk in and say nothing and when the >rather sheepish sheep comments came I asked politely >"What was the score? 'Cos I was so happy about being >amongst proper people the score had just slipped from >my mind. Oh do tell, What was the score? I was so >pissed on delerium I forgot" Rubbed it in for weeks - >was bloody great. > >Also made me realise I couldn't stand being amongst >the fucking wankers any more and came back to Cardiff >that very May, a move I have never regretted since. > >Memories!

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