World Bowl XI - Part III (Pre-Game)

WORLD BOWL XI - PART III (PRE-GAME)
GRABER THE CHICKEN continues his story of World Bowl XI in very his own words!!
	Saturday. To celebrate the World Bowl in style an open top bus had been hired by the Mad Hatter, Sandra & friends to take us round the streets of Glasgow! A fabulous idea as this chicken had never seen the city before. As so as we set off round George Square for the 1st time I was clucking with excitement!!
	Even better were the Burger King milkshakes provided by Dario and served with Rooths like dexterity by Gregor. I've always preferred BK since my brother got chick-napped and ended up as a McNugget a couple of years back. But those BK shakes just didn't taste like normal though - Bwaaaark bwark bwark bwark!
	George Square for the 2nd time - even better! I must flap my wings in congratulations to Admiral Ton and Fire Laura who got engaged during the WB week. About time! Can I come to your hen night please Laura?
	George Square for the 3rd time and I'm getting dizzy now!
	So Preston decided that it was no longer safe to have tied to the outside of the bus, and instead tied me to his smelly kilt. He really should get that thing dry cleaned! Photo Credit: Ruth Hutton. Good work girl!!!
	With me safely inside the bus we finally left George Square and set a course for the Claymores front office, where I got to flap my wings at the Cheeries and Andy Colvin along the way!
	Then just when we started to have some real fun we had to stop the bus to pick the other clown up!
	Dario thinks the police might be onto his Burger King scam - but instead it's only the Lord Provost's parade following our bus! Bwaaaark bwark bwark bwark!
	Burger King also do some nice desserts that come in small glass bottles. Bwaaaark bwark bwark bwark! I'm a smart chicken and put some Factor 25 on my wings and beak before I went out. I know Dom wanted to support the Fire but having her skin turn burgundy was a step too far! Bwaaaark bwark bwark bwark!
	Preston says the only sign for Hampden is outside the stadium. Well he's wrong! On our complex tour of the South Side of Glasgow we indeed found a sign. Whether it was near to Hampden I don't know!
	I'm only 1ft 8 inches tall so low bridges don't bother me - but I was squawking at Shuggie when this one appeared on the horizon. He did duck in the end. That's a funny expression, because to duck is to be chicken isn't it? Bwaaaark bwark bwark bwark!
	Then I thought a family reunion might happen. At a stop light, we waited outside a butchers. The gang cried "Throw us a pie!". The butcher grabbed one and ran out just as we pulled away. He then "Shane Stafforded" it just a fraction too short, as the Hands of Rooths couldn't pull it in. I'll never know if that was my long lost sister now :-(
	We noticed some Fire guys had been following us for a while under the illusion we were actually heading for Hampden. We were eventually but had a few more miles left yet! Bwaaaark bwark bwark bwark!
	The bus finally arrived at Hampden and I could get out and have a strut about. Well I would have done if there was any room to move! How do they expect a little chicken like me to stand in line for beer for half an hour in the sweltering Glasgow sun?
	So the FTPers went to the bullpen and found some champagne courtesy of Lesley. Chicken can live it up too you know! Bwaaaark bwark bwark bwark!
	Shuggie gets "Muellered" for the final time. Chicken don't normally get emotional but I almost laid an egg when this was being done!
	An alternative use of stickers. As the Admirals don't make the World Bowl very often, Preston thought Niki wouldn't mind not seeing the game. As a Triple A member notice the skill in which he doesn't spill any beer while drinking!
	There are always skeletons in everybody's coop. My uncle once had a threesome with a hen and a rooster for example. Preston's on the hand is much worse. He used to be a Monarchs fan! But that was a long time ago in a different galaxy. Well actually the same galaxy were there - but you get the point!
	Final H.O.T picture of the season that I managed to sneak into. (That's me between Preston and John). I asked them what H.O.T stood for and they told me "Huhn On Toast" if I asked them again! If you don't know want Huhn is look in your German dictionary ...
	Clown-ness is in the eye of the beholder. The eye belongs to Bron. The clown with the painted nails is Preston. As you can see we were getting thirsty and bored and decided it was time to head for the stadium to see my Galaxy boys in action!

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