Howmanheyman

Ronny Gill headline writer: "I need a shite. Lee, will you sort the puma headline for me?" Knight Ryder: "Nee bother, wor kid. I can see the headline now, 'Newcastle 2020-21 jerseys to be not made by puma!' Up here for thinking, doon there for dancing."

1. Looks like we're getting someone other than puma next year to make our shirts. 2. Wonder who's going to do it next? 3. The Ronny Gill headline.

I heard the 9.45 from Rome to Turin was always late. Notorious for it.

It was indeed staggering. Almost as staggering as shouting 'No surrender to IRA!' at Ingurland games and being so determined to not surrender to them that they inevitably said fuck Northern Ireland when the complexities of Brexit and the good Friday agreement came up. Almost as if they didn't have a clue/give a fuck about the IRA/keeping Ulster British after all?

My workplace can be utterly shit at times but at least I have the consolation of not having any of that Christmas jumpers/secret santa/fat Sharon-Wyki-love triangle/Christmas cards shit going on. Fuck that.

We need some independent ancient Greek city states type shit now. London, Liverpool, Manchester, Newcastle etc forming an alliance with the Scots, Irish and the Welsh who didn't turn away from their roots. (Fuck the ones that did). We can be Sparta cos we're THAT hard.

This will embolden them to get some truly depressing legislation through if you're unlucky enough to lose your job or be disabled to name just two vulnerable groups. Expecting the DWP to come after missus again tbh. Anyway, at least we can get Brexit done. That'll be a massive comfort for us.

Expect to see scroungers and benefits starting to get back into the spotlight. Fucking dark times in the next few years.

Move the border south of the Tyne and then go for independence. I've given up with Little England.

Wish I could fuck off. This country, (England) is dominated by wankers.

They'd basically sell their grannies, pimp out their mothers, and put their sisters and daughters into slavery to get their way.

That's the thing though, it'll be NUFC paying for it, not him. He's the parasite's parasite.

Enjoy this trip. And it is a trip.

Here he is leafleting for his local Tory/Brexit party round boldon today with some mates....

CT, man.

Genius tbh. The French think she's singing in English, the British think she's singing in some kind of French. Bravo!

Wtf is that?

"Peter Pigeon, general builder here. Over the moon at the minute, did a quick botch job on a lentil eating leftie with a bird phobia. How'd you get the job, you ask? I told him I'd get some family to move into his chimney if I didn't get the job and that sealed it to be honest, mate. He was shitting it! Anyway, turns out he sent £400 online to someone else and it only ended up in my account instead as the Herbert put my account details instead of the geezer who was supposed to get it. Happy days!"

RIP the bald eagle.

Didn't CT spell ridiculous as rediculous?

Desperate bastard.

Desperate bastards.

She needs to put out a 'come and get me' to the labour party. Or me. I'm easy.

Six toes as well?