Lunt's London adventures
'Right now, everything is going wrong for me - if I fell in a barrel of boobs, I'd come out sucking my thumb.' - Former QPR boss Ian Holloway
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Mobie snaps - volume 2
Saturday night and I'm ill, have bumper sniffles and am watching films.
Lost in Translation - Rant alert. Is overrated, bordering on racist, unfunny, not as arty or as subtle as it tries to be and it's inconceivable that any fittie with half a brain would give signals that she wanted a bit of withered old Murray. Rant over.
Sex lives of the potato men - Vulgar, obscene and in very poor taste. Loved it.
Right, mobile snap dump.
internet dating site. Solid gold. We're striking this pose
Me near that funny bridge near my office last week.
That funny man Gartside with his strangely bendy appendage.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Mobie snaps - volume 1
Half time in the Pool game so time to download my mobile pics on here as I haven't lost it in a while and am due to do so very soon.
Bloody slow this uploading business. From now on I'm going to post my pictures to people I know to save time.
At last. Well worth it, I'm sure you won't agree.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Do not EVER go on a clay pigeon shoot with Adam Lunt
Had tickets in the Kop for the Liverpool vs Manchester United FA Cup game but instead decided to keep my promise of going on my brother's birthday paintballing jolly. My initial fears that I had picked the wrong event were confirmed when I went charging into opposition territory and felt a very, very sharp pain in the back of my head/neck. My brother, who was on my team, tried to expertly aim a shot over my head and towards the other team but got it slightly wrong and ended up blasting me in the back of head at point blank range. Was very impressed to see a lump the size of squash ball when I managed to look. It has since gone down and now looks a bit like a lovebite. Great.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Monday, February 13, 2006
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Please don't call my raise........oh dear.
Played a spontaneous game of poker last night at McEvoy’s house. Crashed and burned early on when I tried to scare Phil’s girlfriend out of a pot, raised all-in and walked into three kings – the exact hand that I was sure she didn’t have. Disaster for Lunt. I need a copy of Millward's book on tells.
Maybe I played like a goon because I wasn’t dressed for the occasion. Note to self – try to dress more like Gartside.