Wiggin Girls

Wiggin Girls

Wiggin Girls ……… by T’ Pie Shop Boys. Sometimes when you’re in your shed, There’s a pie in your ‘and, it’s as heavy as lead Go on a diet, but tha’s just not able Too fat for chairs, can’t fit under tables, In a chippy, in a West Lancs Town Pudding Fish & Chips, there’s

We’ve got to find a Scapegoat

We’ve got to find a Scapegoat

We’ve got to find a Scapegoat We’ve got to find a Scapegoat Someone to take the blame Focus on their negatives & Call ’em a childish name. We’ve got to find a Scapegoat A poncy, fancy dan Someone who doesn’t run & chase And give it all they can. We’ve got to find a Scapegoat

Wot? No drama?

Wot? No drama?
Bloody rubbish Wiggin. What kind of a game do you call that? No goals in the last 10 minutes? You’ll have the early walkers buggerin’ off with a clear conscience if you carry on like that! I suppose it gave the old ticker a rest though. Mind you, that didn’t stop one or two of our more impatient & petulant followers getting into a tizz a few times after The Spireites had the audacity to pull one (just the one mind) back late on.

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