| 00:00 - 00:03 | Sir, I have bad news |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | Your Lights have been absolutely destroyed |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | Lowson was firing them in from here and here |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | We couldnt stop him, he even scored twice with his left |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | Even fucking Shipton was scoring for fun! |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Had Christie return and still got hammered |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | At least I've got the Chinese Chicken baps at the Rosie to look forward to |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Mr Chairman |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Sue |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Sue couldnt get the Chinese chicken baps this week |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | Shes not got any salted peanuts either |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | The following will stay in the room: Tainsh, Dye, Venables, Doc |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | What the fucking fuck!! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | No Chinese Chicken Baps!! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | This is a fucking outrage, Im fucking starving!! |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | You bell ends know the Co-op is shut now |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | This is absolutely unacceptable! |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | How am I supposed to get over the news that the Lights got battered |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | without the warm embrace of 3 pints of Club Tropicana |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | and at least 2 Chinese Chicken baps!! |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Mr Chairman, you could try mini cheddars instead? |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Mini cheddars, are you out of your fucking mind?! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Mr Chairmain, perhaps an Alpacalypse will ease the pain? |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Alpacalypse, its a pale imitation of a Club Tropica, you buffoon |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | No Peanuts to boot!! |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | I get Christie out of cyrogenic stasis for this bullshit |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | He gained a year of life last night |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | and you wankers got thrashed anyway |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | And then to top it all off had no Chinese Chicken baps |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | I look forward to Tuesday Night all week |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | Escape from the wife and kids, have a bit of me time |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | Have a few quiet pints and some baps with the lads |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | No salted peanuts was the last straw |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | Not even a coronation bap to make up for it |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | Im absolutely fuming |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | How the fuck |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | am I supposed to mastermind beating the Sunday lot |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | if I cannot get a decent feed up in the pub afterwards?! |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | Alex must be rubbing his hands together with glee |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | seeing what I've been reduced to |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | I've gone from Guardiola to Mike fucking Bassett |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Sue, it wasn't your fault the Deli let you down |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | I suppose I'll have to eat some quavers, I'm famished |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | What an absolutely terrible night I've had, shocking |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | Its the worst |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | The night, its over |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | I'd rather walk back to Shipton and leave this pint here |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | than spend another minute with you useless wankers |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | An absolute disgrace! |
