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I’m a married man, the wedding was class if a bit too quick. We got really lucky with the weather (see I sweated my tits off). Little break in Venice for honeymoon, which was amazing. Highly recommended if you’ve never been. Throat felt a bit sore on the flight on the way home, chest infection. Coughing up all sorts of muck, feel pure shite. Welcome back to normal life I suppose.

Agent: Got a new job for you Steve. Cabbage Heed: Eeee well does it pay lots of money? Agent: Well that’s negotiable Steve. You’d be based in Kingston. Cabbage Heed: Eeeee well y’know a’ve managed Hull once before. Agent: Jamaica Steve Garbage Heed: Eeeeee well y’know I never made her do anything.

Harder to just walk out when you've got a full bus too. Could be on to something here.

I'm 62 and I've worked in logistics since I left University, the last 30 years in management Got made redundant last year had 4 months off, got bored saw an advert on the back of a bus looking for bus drivers and thought hmm always fancied driving something big about Filled in the online form thinking they would just ignore it as I was so old Anyway now got my PCV license and am happily driving buses around Brighton. Not sure if it's something you'd try but honestly it's a pretty stress free job, and the vast majority of it is out by yourself driving about

Hows the beer can did ya say?

Couldn't be less committed to that prediction if he tried. I think We're close Could be X Might be something else.

Pretty low mood tbh, yes you guessed it, I WALKED OUT FROM ANOTHER JOB. Lots right about it, lots wrong about it but it was criminally underpaid and totally not my thing. The line manager made a song and dance the other week about me going ten minutes early to take the missus to hospital after I'd given him a few days notice and when I put in two separate weeks of holidays, one in August and one in September he said I had to get a week where absolutely nobody was off, (end of October apparently!) I explained that the latter week was where my trainer would be off so it was good thinking but he was full of shit. So a couple of hours later I went back with some gear and told someone in the stores which was still open that I wouldn't be back. Got a phone call from a manager asking me about why I'd left, saying the feedback about me was excellent and saying I could sleep on it and come back tomorrow and he completely agreed with my thinking regarding taking the same week as the lad training me, even said it would be doing them a favour! I explained it was a few things, thanked him for the call, had a bit of crack with him but the die was cast. Am I going through some existential crisis? The missus woke me up going to the toilet around three o'clock and I was awake for at least a couple of hours. Haven't a clue what I'm going to do but I now feel like once was unlucky, twice, should never have taken the job, I knew it was unsustainable and this time? Just took a chance and although it ticked a few boxes it didn't tick quite a few others, (including having a squeaky voiced knacker who I'd have to go cap in hand just for a fucking holiday in the winter months?) Nah. I'm totally aware I'll be ripped to bits by mates which is par for the course and I'll take it in the manner it's meant but it's the family, parents, in-laws etc which is hugely bothering me alongside the fact that I'm starting to feel I can't work again? I'm not being totally precious at work I promise you! I never thought it would be so hard finding the right place.

"Your club is worth 1 billion Great British pounds. You have the richest owners in world football who could sustainably invest to get you to the pinnacle of the sport. This window you may spend £3.50."

One for you

best transfer window (or whatever the fuck they were called in the olden days) you can remember? only time I ever worked night shift was a temporary job for about 9 months starting in the autumn '94. caned the overtime and along with the shift allowance was feeling particularly flush when it came to an end in may '95 me, mrs tbd and the then mini tbdette headed off for a month to the little portuguese fishing village of alvor at the beginning of june. every lunchtime I'd head off to the local shop a £1's worth of escudos in hand to buy the previous days daily mirror in a whirlwind of excitement. dur8ng that holiday we signed ferdinand, barton and ginola.

"Watch out, Beadle's about"

Even CT's cake was in tiers.

Aye he’s spot on about her and the fans in general. I’ve seen her and Mehrad lots of times at away games chatting to fans. Some of our lot “trapped” them after Brighton at the start of 22/23 (lucky draw, Wilson had a perfectly good goal disallowed though) and they stood for quite a whlie just blethering away like they were old friends. I’ve been a bit shitty about them in the past but “take as you find” suggests they’re good people with huge ability. Their first transfer window is one of the best in premier league history 👍

Just read that. I clicked on it thinking "wtf is Caulkin doing with these puff pieces" but it's impossible not to warm to Staveley. Right decision for them to leave if they were just gonna be interfering, but big shoes for Eales to fill. Sounds like the players loved her.

How many Cornettos did you have?

This lad knows his shit

Fucking LOVE a proper peri-peri. The local bar in Carvoeiro was called Smiler's and Ruth Madoc had a house in town so was a regular in there. This was 1986 so she'd have been near the PEAK of her powers at the time. Used to go there for toasties. Think it was the only place in Portugal with a Breville.

It was a James May themed wedding tbf.

Septic Peg strikes again

Either Ireland are gonna be great in 6 or 7 years, or we're gonna have a whole new fleet of Jeff Hendricks on our hands.

If they still had the wives who'd take the money with their little ticket machine around their necks I'd probably go for this but apart from the unsociable shifts which I'm determined not to do anymore I'd say there's a difference driving a bus around Brighton and possibly Shields Road or something?

Android all the way

she's got cum glasses on. that's good enough for me.

Imagine being a ginger kid in that sun.

Well, I was more thinking about your mam like

@PaddockLad

1, No disrespect but your wife probably knows as much about modern day taxi’ing as I do about the false 9 And just don’t work the town. Work the coast, work Durham or even Boldon All depends what you want to work and what you want to make. I worked 4.30 am to 9.00am yesterday, made a £100 and done for the day. Didn’t bother at all today because I had to set an Apple Watch up. Ideal for appointments, no boss and a great right arm suntan

My tuppenceworth @Howmanheyman Get set up with this: https://www.gov.uk/what-is-the-construction-industry-scheme Get yourself one of these: https://www.cscsonline.uk.com/card-finder?_gl=1*f7z75l*_ga*MTk3MTc1MTA2LjE3MjIzMzgxNzQ.*_ga_7C1J9W4EX1*MTcyMjMzODE3NC4xLjAuMTcyMjMzODE3NC4wLjAuMA..&_ga=2.94329053.1374223030.1722338174-197175106.1722338174 You’ll be good to go as a labourer on building sites or possibly a painter and decorator. That, in my opinion, is roughly the same thing Sign up with some agencies, you might get medium term opportunities if you get on big sites in town. And if you want to rap it in there’s no bother because telling the boss to shove it is more common than a new hobby for CT with a lot less recriminations for doing so (I think you can actually stay PAYE if you so desire too)

Where were the people hitting it with a flip flop after it came down? The Iraqis could show these idiots a thing or two about how to dismantle a dictator's statue.

"Well yuh kno good sah It smells a likkle like ganja inna here isn't dat strange? mi looking fi a likkle cafe dat does a full fry up an a mix kebab wid chilli sauce All mi seen suh far is jerk restaurants an mi nuh inna any of dat foreign muck Ideally mi wa wah Cadburys chocolate finga sandwich pan Warburtons toastie wid lashings of lurpack an a side of roast beef monsta munch Any ideas pan weh mi cya find a scran van dat wud provide mi wid good haad working old fashioned English food?" Day one he walks into a restaurant, grey corn rows and comes out with this shit.

That sounds incredibly similar to me. I am at a job now with a fucking terrible manager. I can basically do what the fuck I like, nothing if I want, which sounds great. But I just feel completely unproductive, achieving a fraction of what I did in the NHS. My experience is its the prviate sector who are work shy lazy, incompetent twats, not the public sector. Anyway, problem is I know I am very expensive, my rate is £2000 a day (not my salary unfortunately). I am nowhere near delivering this level of value to clients under my current management, in fact I struggle to see how I am making enough value to even cover my salary. As a result I am more or less in a constant flux of anxiety and guilt, especially as there has been extensive redundancies. I've been trying to get back into the NHS, willing to take a substantial pay cut for more work!, but I'm either facing blatant ageism or in my field at my level its just a closed shop. I address all the questions in the applications thoroughly, completely evidenced. I know I am better than the people there. I either just get the usual "Sorry you've been unsuccessful" shit back with no feedback , hear nothing at all, or get told its an internal post despite the fact its advertised externally. Ah well fuck it, I know it could be a lot worse. Can't wait to reture tbh.

Aye I don't really have an answer beyond "if at all possible, don't quit til you've found something else", but I know you wouldn't be doing that if you didn't think that the situation had become intolerable. You do probably need to start thinking about how this is gonna look when you apply for other jobs though, as it will become a factor in their decision if they think they might be looking for someone else a month down the line. I think you were in your old job a long time (is that right?). Do you think that maybe the way employers treat people has shifted while you've been there, but it hasn't impacted you cos you were comfortable there and knew what worked and what didn't, and what you could get away with? And since you've left, you're the new boy so a) you're getting the shitty end of the stick for a bit anyway, and b) these people just operate differently now cos of the shift in worker rights. Not suggesting that it's OK that the way employers treat people has shifted btw, but it might be something that you're gonna find everywhere you go. It might be that your tolerance for feeling like an employer is taking the piss out of you needs to be recalibrated, because unless there is something you could do self employed*, there's always some cunt sat above you, trying to make their life easier by making your life harder. None of these are good answers, and I hope you take them in the spirit intended. When I was working for a start up recently and it genuinely looked like it was all gonna fall over, the prospect of going through an interview and assessment process terrified me - I just knew I couldn't be arsed with it. 50s/approaching 50s is a really fucking shit time to suddenly find yourself having to look for work. *being self employed is no bed of roses either obviously.

It was saved for him. (I actually half jumped in a gondola accidentally on purpose and got the waving of the hands and gestures from gondolier which everyone seemed to find amusing but didn't go down well with me as a teenager, I think we both occasionally muttered and glared at each other throughout the ride).

Just one

IIRC, theyre being quite aggressive about seeking out players who are eligible for Jamaica so a good way to ruin that would be to hire Steve Bruce

Blair didn't start off in 97 with the public finances in the toilet either.

Are they still a thing? Who was at Dummett's? Imagine that lineup. A veritable who's who of for fuck's sake.

Aye the day flies by. But congrats and aye, welcome back to earth with a bang