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I like how he doesn't forget to have a fan of another club sharing his disgust and amusement because of course he does.

"I always thought you were batting for the other team, Squire?"

Pontayland airport, did ya say, marra? Embarrassing you're saying?

I've barely seen anything about this as I just can't.

I had that tracksuit too.

If catapult was an olympic event then Walker would've won gold every four years when I was a kid as every cunt had one made out of old bed springs.

It must be a South Shields/Boldon thing, first CT with Denise Squelch, now gemmill with Ruth Madoc. I'm just waiting for the next person from south of the Tyne to pipe up about having the hots for Su Pollard, tbh.

I did slightly consider taxiing but the wife is Adam Ant I'm not doing it. (I don't fancy it really and aren't too keen on driving especially around town etc even if I only did days).

So that's a not a recommendation, then?

I've applied to talk about the possibility of being self employed with DPD, it's early days and you hear the horror stories but it might actually work for me for where I'm at now? I don't know, I'll see what happens if they get back to me?

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?

'Dey boat useless'

Even CT's cake was in tiers.

I certainly didn't and won't put these short stints on my CV! I'm obviously institutionalised and deep down know that unless I'm lucky enough to find my niche then I need to do something totally different but then again, you've got to get a totally different job with no experience or go it alone but I have no trade and am nearly fifty one. There's no easy answers and I'm just venting to be honest as life starts to get shitter now knowing what's around the corner at some point with parents, the wife needs more care/appointments etc and I'm not in a job where I can sort a temporary or permanent change in my contract with goodwill/good experience in the bank as that's now gone. Carry on, I've got it off my chest for now.

I had considered just staying and putting up with it till I found something else but the money was shocking anyway and I'd be better off preparing for something else when I had more time to do it properly.

I love the idea of an old badge going on an away shirt but the rest of it is canny shit, really.

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.

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).

Congratulations, strawb. Had a day out in Venice as a 13 year old so didn't truly get to appreciate it.

Testimonial.

Other than shagging one of sky sports presenters in the 90s whilst at Boro and being known for liking a pint you don't hear too much about Robson whilst shilton is a well known gammon/Brexit/'woke' obsessed Tory cunt so was amusing reading this.

It had 'sold out' on the Oz site before it disappeared completely. There was a snapshot of it on twatter.