Howmanheyman

I'm really glad you had snow for your birthday but I also really hope it stays away from Newcastle for just a little bit longer. It's our works Christmas do in the middle of town tomorrow night and if it snows it'll be absolute carnage! Well I hope it stays ok for your 'doo' Cath. We had more snow overnight here!! I know its nothing like you guys get but its still lovely, I took these pics outside and up the road this morning as I went for a stroll, it had started to melt by then alittle but it was so lovely to walk on. I know I'm a big kid Hubbys Jag! I took this for our son....hes a postie Top of our road Looks lovely down there, smashing house too.

I think it stems from ages ago when someone put a thread up about someone and Gem thought for a minute it meant that person had pegged it! So now if a thread title is a persons name, we put Yes or No to let him know whether they are dead or alive! So yes means they've croaked it and no means rumours of death are greatly exaggerated? Yes means YES theyve croaked and NO means that the thread is not about thats persons death at all I see, said the blind man. I'm a bit hungover to be fair.

Yes?

I think it stems from ages ago when someone put a thread up about someone and Gem thought for a minute it meant that person had pegged it! So now if a thread title is a persons name, we put Yes or No to let him know whether they are dead or alive! So yes means they've croaked it and no means rumours of death are greatly exaggerated?

Can someone tell me why certain threads have a 'yes Gemmill' or 'no Gemmill' on it?

Lass on the phone at the NUFC box office says its a fiver or free if stolen and you've got a police number so I'm hoping thats the case. I cancelled my cards last night but the driving licence is going to be a pain in the arse and costs £20. I've never had a wallet until september when the wife bought me one for my birthday, I always thought it was a bad idea having a wallet with everything in it in case it went missing. Ever hate being proved right?

NUFC charge £5 to replace it or free if you have a crime number off the police. I'm amazed they don't charge more, to be honest. Llambias missing a trick there.

Bummer. Black eye Friday? Aye, pissed as a fart, was out for a mates 40th, I'm certain I know where it is but it'll have went for a walk by now, just looked at the driving licence carry on, £20 to replace it, the bastards and you can bet your bottom dollar NUFC will milk replacing my ST. Someone on here said the other day it was £60 mate. Sorry about your bad luck. £60!!!! You've got to be joking!? If thats the case then Liverpool was my last game the fucking robbing bastards.

Bummer. Black eye Friday? Aye, pissed as a fart, was out for a mates 40th, I'm certain I know where it is but it'll have went for a walk by now, just looked at the driving licence carry on, £20 to replace it, the bastards and you can bet your bottom dollar NUFC will milk replacing my ST.

Shit mood. Lost my wallet last night, had about £70 left in it and all my cards bar one including driving licence and season ticket.

I did meet Davey Boy Smith aswell early 90s. The wrestler. Had a brief fling with his dog, aswell. There's been a few 'Who's?' in this thread, mind. Don't know who Davey boy Smith is or his dog and I assume Brendan Cole is Andy's white adopted Irish brother. (So he is).

Well I saw Ian Ogilvy from the 'Saint', 'upstairs, downstairs' and 'I, Claudius' at Newcastle Airport about 1980 so put that in your pipe!

Shook hands and had a bit of craic with SBR not long after he'd replaced Ruud, he was as engaging and as genuine as everyone says, met and had a impromptu conversation with Pav a few days after he'd just signed for us, his English was very broken and he seemed over the moon that somebody had recognised him and wanted to tell me all about the presents he'd just bought for his family from the old 'Whatshops' in town. After five minutes I had to make my excuses and go otherwise I'd have been there all day, surreal and put a smile on my face, what a nice bloke he was. I was in Universal, Florida and the missus said, "he's a footballer, isn't he?", Me being as oblivious as I normally am said, "Who?", She said, "there, man!" and a foot away was John Terry with just a pair of shorts on pushing a buggy with a bairn in. The wife asked if I was going to talk to him and I replied "What about? Penalties?" (This was about a few weeks after he skied what would have been the CL winning pen against Man U), and I went on my way. I'm positive he heard me.

All the best, TR!

Obi Wan will save her, he's her only hope.

Jesus Christ! That's left me in fucking tears!

This must be some thread. It's the only one that's been replied for an hour and a half, is it worth going to the begining to read it all?

There's a subliminal message in there somewhere, I'm sure of it, I just wonder what it is? Is that photo in your avatar the clean up before the cup game against Northampton back in 1987?? I was helping out with that I haven't a clue, but I went to that game so thanks for your efforts, Shack! The photo looks a bit later to be honest, I'd say about 1991 at a guess.

Peter decided to invite his mother for tea as a thank you for helping him out financially when he bought his new flat and decorated it. Peter's mam notices that Peter's flatmate, Joe, is a very handsome lad if a little camp, there has been times when Peter's mam has raised a few psuedo-innocent questions about when she is going to be a Granny but Peter usually changes the subject and she lets it slide. Joe is his flatmate, " a Canny lad", says Peter, a little too forcefully when his mother gently enquires about the "handsome boy". A week passes since Peter's Mam visited the flat for her tea and her gentle questioning of her sons suspect sexuality. Joe says to Peter, "Ever since your Mam came to tea I can't find the frying pan anywhere!" Peter e-mails his dearest Mother; "Mam, I know it seems a bit daft, but ever since you came to tea we just can't find the frying pan anywhere!" "I'm not saying you DID take it and I'm not saying you DID NOT take it, I'm just a bit puzzled to where it could have got to." "Love, Peter." Peter's Mother replies to his e-mail the next day; "Peter, I'm not saying you DO sleep with Joe, I'm not saying you DO NOT sleep with Joe, but if he was sleeping in his own bed he'd have found the fucking frying pan by now. Love, Mam"

There's a subliminal message in there somewhere, I'm sure of it, I just wonder what it is?

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Where am I this matchday? Newcastle upon Tyne; Have a few pints before the game and a bit of craic before leaving to get into the ground, have a few afterwards in a packed city centre bar Italia; Go to the game 3 hours early with megaphone and help put banners up, riot with police afterwards in a stand off or in the event of a historic victory for your club jump into a small Fiat with your friends and circumnavigate any roundabout or public monument for about an hour tooting your horn whilst your mates wave flags out of a wound down window. USA; Drive in a huge vehicle to the game 3 hours early, get the beers and food out and have a BBQ in the park, go to the game and spend all the time going down for some more lite beers and food, (lets be honest, you're missing fuck all on the pitch), spend half time/quarter time watching some entertainer singing on the pitch as USAF jet fighters fly over the stadium. London/Birmingham; Have a quick pint before the game if you've got time, watch game, rush home with five minutes before time to be able to phone Alan Green or Stan Collymore, (whichever one you can get on), to tell him your thoughts on the game as he interrupts you and doesn't listen whilst shaking his head and mouthing 'next' to his producer.