Howmanheyman

Hell on when Farage discovers this jesus rainbow armband business. It'll be right up his straße.

Fuck me, we even get good draws when I'm at work as well!

Sky dying for a Liverpool win here. Drury readying himself for the money shot when Gakpo was about to shoot.

Can't believe nobody so far has mentioned the cultural event of the year so far, the demolition of Hexham House in Walker. The wife mentioned it but we forgot about it till we were sitting having a cuppa in the house and heard a big explosion in the distance. The crowd.

The map on the right must be wrong, according to all media and the rest of the country it was the densely populated NE that was the driving force for leave.

I'd never have thought him being capable of upsetting anyone, tbh.

I've no idea what the match/work karma is like at this new place I'd add. (It is in what was once many years ago classed as County Durham or still is County Durham if you're in the kaleidoscopic mind of an MLF).

I'm at work for this game.

Shit marking but Pope should do better, couldn't see them scoring either. We weren't great again ultimately.

The commentary has improved a bit, the stream is now in Cantonese.

Another let off here's Wilson and Sean on, fully expect a goal from..... Longstaff.

#thoughtsandprayswiththehoardings

About time we've shook up these set plays.

The fucking passing, man.

Some of big Joe's touches as well. The shape, little Joe can't get in the game, Gordon first wasted on the right, now wasted as CF. It's been a terrible game for which palace definitely playing a part in.

Just sit back and catch us on the break is a great tactic against us. Kid should've buried that from our own corner.

Gordon not looking great on the right so far, gave it away a couple of times already.

What I feared on Monday came to pass because we've lived a lifetime of shit like that happening but on the flip side I also think what we have now, the players and manager will want to put Monday right and the fact we've been a bit poor down there there the last couple of years also makes me think we owe these a beating. I fancy us today and will be very disappointed if we don't bounce back.

I wonder what he made of New kids on the block's 'Hangin' tough'?

He's probably pissed and confused, he is 61 I believe?

Friday night in, having a couple of drinks, chilling, couple of mates having a bit of crack via WhatsApp..... The Crack: Mate 1: "Last time I had ibuprofen was on me 60th birthday…I wasn’t feeling too good and me and Jane had the night in Berwick, had curry for lunch and Turkish for evening meal…as well as about 8 Ibuprofen…then the next day we went to Holy Island and we were about a mile away from the public toilets and the previous days Ibuprofen / food kicked in and despite a rather speedy walk to get to the bogs..I failed to reach them and shat my pants..I blamed it on turning 60. It wasn’t amusing at the time…though I do laugh now. Anyway, I got to the bogs as the last 100 yards or so were rather arse clenching as my guts certainly weren’t empty. I got ito the cubicle, dropped me trousers, peeled me boxers off me arse and sat on the bog…caked arse and boxers full of mud, and the smell unbearable. I took my socks, shoes and jeans off…gave my arse a wash with the bog water, and wiped myself clean with my socks, then dumped me socks and boxers down the bog, and put me jeans and socks back on. I didn’t feel dirty at all…and that was that. I’m glad I was of assistance to humour you chaps on this glorious evening…I don’t want to get into the drive home, but I thought I cleaned up thoroughly…and I was clearly acclimatised to my stench…Jane had difficulties driving without wretching. If it’s any consolation I haven’t shat myself since." Mate 2: I’ve had a similar experience myself. I drank Guinness for two days with the lads a few years back. We were playing cards in a pub in Durham when I indulged in a slight botty burp. I realised when I stood up that my arse and back were covered in black shite. Fortunately, I was wearing a trendy cardigan so I tied it around my waist until we got to the next pub. When I carried out a site survey I discovered that my worst fears had indeed come to pass. I spent a good 15 minutes raking out my 501’s and generally cleaning myself up. The train ride back was a little challenging as my chums took great pleasure in my misfortune." I recounted this tale....