debaser wrote:
I think it was Pumpety Pump. Not grassing or anything.
Sure I was the ringleader but wasn't just me. I headed a group of ultras that would travel in mini-buses to parts of Huddersfield for a bit of mischief. I remember one time we all waded into the Sair, ordered pints of Bitter and, get this, didn't even say thank you or take the glasses back to the bar when we left.
Memorably we were on one trip to the Marsh and Paddock areas when my mate swears I sneered at an old lady. Hardcore I know but things were different back then. We'd think nothing of rolling our eyes and tutting if the traffic lights in Deighton stayed on red for a second longer than we deemed optimal.
Proper tasty times. Proper tasty.