Ireland footballer Samir Carruthers relieves himself into a glass at Cheltenham
Two footballers thought it was gas,
To watch horses, get drunk, and then pass,
Water while in full view,
Of some people who,
Took pictures of their yellow glass.
John Moynes
Mirror
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A twit with money… is still a twit
Unfortunately twits can become heroes.
When you buy the jersey, match ticket and subscribe to pay sports channels, this is ultimately what you are funding.
This is why everyone should have to work in customer services/hospitality at some point. It makes you appreciate how crap those jobs can be and why you would never ever do this to someone.
Only thing for it is to chop his willy off.
Just the tip.
Tip of the day at Cheltenham
A deserving handicap.
State of that male genital
Let alone the public widdling, wtf is he wearing?
Looks to be a suit and flat cap
Outrageous!!
Peaky Blinders innit
He’s dressed like John Rocha toddler, just without the toilet training.
For the purposes of this story they’re English scrotes. Should they ever get a call up to the senior squad all will be forgiven and they will be Irish again.
Oh, and it appears he proceeded to pour out the urine-filled pint glass over a balcony when he was finished. After which the ladies of the group titillated a pack of passing photographers by flashing their breasts.
.A splendid day out, by all accounts.
I imagine we’ll get the full details in the society pages.
No, another guy poured his p!ss out.
Reminds me of that brilliant pic of the ankle-tagged, tan-sprayed slappers at Ascot.
Racing season is the Daily Mail’s wet dream – chavs, horse racing, drunk women, short skirts, breastage. You can hear Dacre rubbing his chap on behalf of Little England from here
Aye. What they are really commenting on is how unimaginative chavs are with wealth.
Or how middle class people don’t like it when other people do wealth “wrong”.
(Though the wee thing is totally gross I mean more the general appraisal of “oh look at these poors trying to be us Mildred!!)
I feel I might change my name to mildred…
Hang on, hold my bag while I try it on.
Does my bottom look big in this?
Your DERRIÈRE Mildred!
Pardon. The Pimms has got the better of me, I think.
I’m gonna call you Milly
* monocle drops from eye *
I say, DING DONG!
*holds coat up so meadow, i mean mildred, can wee in private*
Don’t judge. We have all done it. My advice ladies, be careful on slight inclines…
I fear I’ve become a trifle tap-hackled. I may have adjourn to the ladies retiring room.
He thinks that a flat cap and tweed,
Will conceal the truth of his breed.
But beneath cloth veneer,
His true colour’s clear.
To his like we should never pay heed.
oh yeah… keep it classy lads.
Klassy with a “k” is not the same…
Looks like they are both English to me, and just not good enough to make the national side.
In any event, Irish or English, they are scum.
It was worth getting all dressed up for
Who?
The lower orders will never learn to behave themselves in public.
Look at them all, wearing beards and waistcoats as if they were coachmen from the 1920s. Probably in honour of their Great Grandfathers or in this case, their G-G-G-Great Grandfathers.
We care about this sort of non-news? The Mirror yeah but BS?