Originally Posted by
Brian Nazareth
Parked on here tonight as only got to the game last minute.
When you're leaving after the game, it's always rammed and queueing. If everyone just does the British thing and respects the queueing principle, we all get out quicker. I always let one from the 'side road' queues in.
But you always get self-entitled gobshites who think themselves too important to queue and try to jump queues and muscle in.
Like tonight.
Some fat, ugly tosser in a turquoise, 71-plate BMW (I have his full reg and am tempted to post it, along with a pic of his ugly, fat mug) was a case in point tonight. There was no way I was going to let him in and, when hecontinued to try to force his way in and was nearly hitting my car, I beeped and told him to back the off.
Well, off he then goes. Ranting away. His scrotey-looking wife joins in. My daughter wound down her window and they were both foaming at the mouth, shouting "go on, f*cking start something, start something". I shouted across that there were people queuing so he could go f*ck himself if he thought I was letting him out. He makes to get out of the car, but he's all p*ss and wind and doesn't even open the door as me and my daughter just chuckle. I do, though, start filming him, in case he does crash into me.
His thick wife is screaming that they've got kids in the back and I'm putting them in danger. No, you stupid cow, your fat moron of a husband is putting them in danger. I'm just in a queue of cars waiting patiently.
Then they start piping up with "you ing paedophile, filming kids". No, I'm filming you, losing your sh*t like an overgrown, fat baby.
The idiot behind me does let him in, though, and he spends the next few minutes taking photos of the back of my car. The tool. I, meanwhile, let everyone I can in, to make a point and annoy him.
So, if you know this whopper, tell him he's a prick.