Aaah the Bowling Green. I could only find this one Steve -:
The bowling season is finished for this year; (thank God) unless you have to put up with the rowdyism from the so called older generation, you can?t really understand what Hell I go through. Week in and week out, the clapping, laughter, and cheering that goes on, sometimes until 10 p.m. at night, I swear it?s driving me insane.
I like nothing better than a good book to read, and often visit the library. Why can?t the old warps take a leaf out of my book and do the same? What harm can an old warp do by going to the library?
Nothing could be simpler, or could it?
I can guarantee that when I go to the library, I will be stood there looking for a certain book, when all of a sudden, some old codger will appear from nowhere, and stand directly behind me rattling an Uncle Joe?s Mint Ball or polo mint around his chops, sucking and slurping as if there was no tomorrow, or snuffling and breathing heavily down my ear hole. It?s no good walking away and looking down another aisle because these irritating old gits will follow you and do the same again.
They should be strip searched before being allowed anywhere near a public building, and anything harder than a jelly baby should be confiscated.
Getting back to the club, the line dancing season has started again, and that means I will be keeping a check on the noise levels, not to mention the flashing disco lights. What on earth do they need them for when they are all dressed up as Tom Mix or Gabby Hayes, with their thumbs stuck down their waist bands doing the stomp, and shouting yehaaaa!! At the least opportunity.
I?ll give them dressing up in cowboy clothes, you see if I don?t.
Nobody would recognise me in something like a Clint Eastwood outfit, with extra long spurs, and once the music started I would be the cause of a few grazed shins, or bruised ribs when I get by elbows going aswell.
They think they are safe from people like me once they are inside the clubhouse, but I know different.
I will not be shut out!