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Groover In Drunken Rage Across Cardiff |
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Groover likes to consider himself as slightly more responsible but we
have definitive proof that he has his moments. Intrigued ?? Well Read
On..., I'm not knocking Groover on the fact that he says he is sensible,
but he says the school he went to made him the wonderful, marvelous well
rounded person he is today? I find that hard to believe because of
Sunday night, and not just because he got soooooooooo twatted by
drinking 12 double Vodkas (only 2 cans of Red bull) Bottles of Stella,
and an hour spent at the bar in Jaks with Beecher downing bottles and
bottles and yes.......................bottles of lager, but because when
Jaks was closing and I was waiting to pick my coat up which had a line
longer than Daniella Westbrook could ever imaging, Groover was waiting
impatiently in the middle of the walkway where people are walking out, when
a big black bouncer comes over to Groves and asks him to go outside. Now
where you think Groves would use his head an say "ok mate",
but NO, he just gives him the look of concern ( if you don't know what
the look of concern from Groover looks like, just ask him next time you
see him). Now the bouncer wasn't asking Groves to get out, he was now
Telling him, but would Groover back down........NO!!! Luckily his little
sister was there to make him see sense an they all walked out.
Now while I was still inside waiting for my coat, (I was told the next day) Groover was speaking to some random guy asking if he can see what Groover can see, now Groover couldn't see anything because he's just winding this guy up. After 5 minutes of this guy trying to see what Groover was pointing at, (which was nothing) the guy finally agreed that he could see it. 5 minutes later when I come out after finally getting my coat from a stupid tart who 1stly handed me a women's coat, Groover spots an old enemy, and starts shouting abuse, you know words like SLAG, WHORE, TRAMP, but I think his favorite was SLAG FACE, So I said my bit just to make him feel at home an we both left down those stupid escalators that never move so you have to walk down them yourself with out falling an probably killing yourself in the process. Now outside, Groves wasn't happy with the amount of abuse he just gave his enemy........HE WANTED MORE. But I made him see sense and we made our way to catch a taxi but walking through central station. Next thing I know, Groves has grabbed me an is bear hugging me while throwing me up in the air, decided he's bored of that an lets go while imp up in the air, as you can imaging iv gone up in the air an come down flat on my back, because I was drunk I didn't feel anything. So after I get up, Groovers back to his old drunken tricks...........trying to kick the bus stop windows, so when I go over to stop him he runs off an takes a run up back towards me using my shoulders as a take off an BRUCE LEE kicks the bus stop window again, so I grabbed him an started throwing him about which he didn't like an decided to kick me full force in the leg but I moved it an he clipped my shin.......I have a nice gash there now. So anyway, we finally get into a taxi and its me groves an Beecher in the back an Timmy The Stiffmeister in the front. Now for some reason Groves didn't want to leave town an kept on telling the Asian driver to pull over an we kept saying NO!!!! Then Groover decides that because Beecher wouldn't let him out he wanted to fight him outside the taxi, now the reason he wanted to go back was to give this enemy of his......yes that's right again, more abuse. But we just laughed at the state of him an carried on with the journey home. We dropped off our 2 mates an are heading down Newport rd went Groves finds a packet of Wrigley's chewing gums, you know the white packet ones, and decided to throw them all over the taxi, now I wasn't too bothered UNTIL the taxi Asian dude shout "OI........ THEY'RE MINE"......and what does Groover do.........he pulls the face of concern. I then give Groover the money for the taxi and he just looks at it an starts spilling out of his hand, I then felt a relief as the taxi pulled out side my house, there was no more embarrassment. My sources then tell me that he got home an collapsed on the couch an Stone Cold Phil Groves an his German wife Frau Evil had trouble waking him to go to his own bed. All i'd like to say is.....ITS GOOD TO HAVE THE OLD GROOVER BACK, UP TO HIS OLD TRICKS AGAIN. |
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The Taxi Was The Final Straw... |