Solly tried to deliver mine but only got halfway up the drive. He said he would have to rest up for a while, but he would definately be back next Saturday. Still he was better than John Terry (who was delivering to my Chelsea supporting neighbour), he just stood at the end of the garden hurling racist abuse at him, and then seduced his wife whilst making 9/11 jokes.
My other neighbours a West Ham fan, his season ticket was delivered under a plain brown wrapper by a small man wearing a old Birmingham City tracksuit, who asked for directions to Stratford before borrowing a fiver off me towards the cost.
Christophe Lepoint was supposed to deliver my brothers, but he just turned up and ran around in meaningless circles for five minutes, then wandered about at the bottom of the garden panting and out of breath, before disappearing back to Belgium
Roland was due to deliver mine yet knocked on my neighbours door... Apparently he couldnt understand his mistake as all he kept doing was standing there going... Huh?
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Fuming!
I live at the top of a block of flats.