FAO PlymptonPilgrim

FYI:

http://pafc.co.uk/

Quote :

MATCH-day spaces in the Home Park car park are now available for the cost of just £49 for the rest of the season.With ten home matches remaining of the 2012-13 npower League 2 season, this works out at a cost of just under £5 per game!

There highly sought after spaces are sure to fill up quickly so make sure that you book yours quickly as they will be allocated on a strict first come, first served basis.

For more information fans should contact the Commercial Department at Plymouth Argyle on 01752 302204, or send an email to either James (james.greenacre@pafc.co.uk) or Elaine (elaine.james@pafc.co.uk).

Mock Cuncher wrote:

FYI:

http://pafc.co.uk/

Quote :

MATCH-day spaces in the Home Park car park are now available for the cost of just £49 for the rest of the season.With ten home matches remaining of the 2012-13 npower League 2 season, this works out at a cost of just under £5 per game!

There highly sought after spaces are sure to fill up quickly so make sure that you book yours quickly as they will be allocated on a strict first come, first served basis.

For more information fans should contact the Commercial Department at Plymouth Argyle on 01752 302204, or send an email to either James (james.greenacre@pafc.co.uk) or Elaine (elaine.james@pafc.co.uk).

This has the smell of , complete with 'there' instead of 'they're'.

Yup yup, foreshore.

The sad thing is, I genuinely checked the Offish Webbo in the hope of seeing news of new signings, and the release of the shit that is our entire squad.

Instead I got that.

A mild joke at PP aside, disappointment once again ensued.

Har de har feckin har har. Hang on whilst I check my splitting sides.

I was, of course, as Nooly poos will tell you, and anyone else who wants to listen, hoping for a free car parking space, but that particular avenue of pleasure has been closed to me.

Hey ho.

God, I got you.

I got you baaaad.

roar.

It still rankles that I haven't got a parking space and pond life has. I think about it most of the time and wring my hands incessantly. I walk the house in the wee small hours, (particularly the east wing, that's where I keep the 'ahem' toys). Mrs PP calls to me, but I can't face anyone, knowing that the space that was mine, now never will be.

Will this pain never end?