Have You Ever Gone On A Rampage?

It seems 22 year old Elliot Rodger is the chap who rampaged through California yesterday, killing six people. If a YouTube video he allegedly uploaded himself is to be believed, he went on this rampage as "revenge against the birds that rejected me".

In other words, he was sick of the hotties telling him to feck off, so he gunned a bunch of them down.

Now what better place to glean opinion on this subject than a football forum full of blokes who have been turned down by many women. When you've been turned down by a woman (or man so Hipster and Biggie can contribute) have you ever gone on a murderous rampage through Horwich? Or ended up in a cell after burying the object of your desire on Adlington Rec?

What has been your most extreme reaction to rejection?

I've never been rejected, ever.

My reaction to rejection was always the same. I assumed them to be lesbians. Nothing else made sense.Like all the blokes on here I'm good looking in the extreme.

I'm not proud of this, but it is quite funny.

When I was about 20 I went on a trip to The Trimpell Club in Morecambe with the other regulars of The Hope & Anchor pub.

It was a traditional thing, referred to as The Annual Picnic and involved darts, snooker, beer and trying to pull.

We got the "sports" competitions out of the way and headed into Morecambe on the lash.

We started off in one pub then all split up, with the intention of pulling the ugliest bird we could, then getting her back to the same pub for a review. (We'd all chipped in a fiver and it was winner take all for the biggest minger bagged.)

I managed to secure a proper moose and headed back with an air of supreme confidence that the money was as good as mine.

I got her to the bar and could tell by the gasps of horror and looks of sheer disbelief from the other lads that I'd done well.

It was at this point, however, that things started to unravel at an alarming rate......


She may have been pig feckin' ugly, but she wasn't stupid and had sussed out what was going on. (Probably when she looked round the pub and saw the other assembled freaks and misfits.)

She marched over to me, as I was soaking up the adulation of my peers, poured my freshly pulled pint over my head, and then sparked me out with a perfectly thrown right cross to the chin.

I went down like a sack of shit and was out for about ten minutes apparently.

And I believe that she then demanded "the purse" and was immediately awarded it.

How's that for rejection?

 

Lock the thread, that can't be beaten!

Brilliant

 

Breadman wrote:I'm not proud of this, but it is quite funny.

When I was about 20 I went on a trip to The Trimpell Club in Morecambe with the other regulars of The Hope & Anchor pub.

It was a traditional thing, referred to as The Annual Picnic and involved darts, snooker, beer and trying to pull.

We got the "sports" competitions out of the way and headed into Morecambe on the lash.

We started off in one pub then all split up, with the intention of pulling the ugliest bird we could, then getting her back to the same pub for a review. (We'd all chipped in a fiver and it was winner take all for the biggest minger bagged.)

I managed to secure a proper moose and headed back with an air of supreme confidence that the money was as good as mine.

I got her to the bar and could tell by the gasps of horror and looks of sheer disbelief from the other lads that I'd done well.

It was at this point, however, that things started to unravel at an alarming rate......


She may have been pig feckin' ugly, but she wasn't stupid and had sussed out what was going on. (Probably when she looked round the pub and saw the other assembled freaks and misfits.)

She marched over to me, as I was soaking up the adulation of my peers, poured my freshly pulled pint over my head, and then sparked me out with a perfectly thrown right cross to the chin.

I went down like a sack of shit and was out for about ten minutes apparently.

And I believe that she then demanded "the purse" and was immediately awarded it.

How's that for rejection?

That's brilliant  

And sadly, every word of that is true.........

Justice was seen to be done. Beautiful. 

Hope ans Anchor - was that in Flo and Peter's time as landlord / lady - or were they before that time?

They used to have the Kings Head before the Hope.

The landlady was called Jean back then and I can't remember her husband's name, but he died around that time.

Not that it matters but my mam and dad were friends for many, many years with the Pollets and Peter died roughly around that time too - but they had retired by then and lived away from the pubs.

Just thought it was one of those 'it's a small world' type things.

Great story though!

Breadman wrote:

I managed to secure a proper moose and headed back with an air of supreme confidence that the money was as good as mine.

I got her to the bar and could tell by the gasps of horror and looks of sheer disbelief from the other lads that I'd done well.

I forgot to ask, did you marry her?

No, sadly we lost touch after our brief relationship.

I heard a rumour that she moved to Preston and became quite a successful business-woman who dated a couple of footballers, but I'm not sure how true that is.....

Yes with a length of 2X1 with a 4 inch nail in the end but did'nt know about the nail as it was dark outside the wimpy bar and only realised when it got stuck in this geordies forehead and sheared his glasses off the bridge of his nose then it got stuck in his skull and i had to put my foot on his chest to yank it out as i needed it for the rest of the geordie bastards who had jammed a mates head through the steps railings, laid 8 of the fuckers out with it and 2 0thers ran like fuck, had a pint with one of them a week later and laughed about it.

Breadman wrote:The landlady was called Jean back then and I can't remember her husband's name, but he died around that time.

He probably died laughing, poor chap!   

Breadman wrote:The landlady was called Jean back then and I can't remember her husband's name, but he died around that time.

Breadman,

Jeans husband was Jim. He was a top bloke who unfortunately was taken by cancer. I have great memories of the Hope. We used to usually start in the Doffy and head over there around 9pm and most fridays and saturdays you could be there gone midnight. Does Jean not run it now ? I remember she had four daughters and a son. A couple of her daughters, Joanne was one of them, used to work the bar from time to time. It was the sort of place were the locals always had there own space at the bar. Probably the only place I miss in Bolton !

Cheers Dunkels.

Jim ! Of course it was!

I nearly said Jim in my reply to Sluffy, but wasn't sure if I was confusing the name with the wig-wearing idiot who had the Doffy about that time.

No idea who's got the Hope nowadays, as I moved away about 15 years ago and haven't been in since (sadly).

Wonder if Cooky the builder is still getting his wife to make his sandwiches every morning, before pretending to go to work and then spending all day in the Hope and Doffy....?

Breadman wrote:I nearly said Jim in my reply to Sluffy, but wasn't sure if I was confusing the name with the wig-wearing idiot who had the Doffy about that time.

Wonder if Cooky the builder is still getting his wife to make his sandwiches every morning, before pretending to go to work and then spending all day in the Hope and Doffy....?

Wiggy was Jim and his battle axe wife was Pauline (I think). They went to a pub up Deane but then all of a sudden they were running the Heaton Cricket club. Their daughter was pretty tasty, can't remember her name. The Doffy went shit when it became a Holts pub. Crap beer. They lost a lot of regulars then. Mostly to the Hope or Finishers Arms, and that one round the corner opposite Rawlyn Rd which for the life of me I cannot remember the name. My mates ex used to work the bar there and we would get plenty of free beers after the game on saturdays.

I am sure Cooky and the likes of Joe Torkington are still in there early doors ! Used to be a great pub. Maybe still is. Not been back since 2005.