Howmanheyman

He's always in Wallsend.

Still haunted by getting the hook for Ginola and not playing for Keegan's team. He looks at his old team photos and he sees himself in a black & white adidas grandad collar shirt with the brown ale sponsor, Les Ferdinand to his left, Peter Beardsley to his right, Kevin Keegan sitting in front of him, then the mist/tears clear and he's looking at himself in a fucking manky 'nutmeg' Palace shirt with TDK on it, surrounded by Ian Dowie and Richard Shaw with his manager Alan Smith sitting at the front. He wipes away a tear, let's a long sigh out and tweets about voting for Brexit/Trump etc.

Whale spunk has the viscosity of clear water compared to the thickness of half of their lot, tbf.

Were England playing? :lol:

I think I preferred the Yerksha knackas to the leeds fish doppelganger. What do you think, 'guys'?

Fuck you, Howay, with your USA based posts!

Done.

13th November Well, diary, ah'm a modern man a thinker, ah knaa the futures ahll blogs and video diaries, of course ah know me traditional puntas lap me match reports up like me mutha's dog, 'Peter Haddock', laps up it's own precious bah'lls, but sometimes you need a bit of tradition if yi knaa what ah mean? A bit of Adam and Eve instead of Adam and Steve. Ah wiz round me mam's hoose for me tea after writing up another nufc blockbuster report about the story on everyone lips at the Seaton Sluice social club free style pool tournament between, me, me cousin Johnny ten kids and me old pal, cockeyed Mala, namely the story of should NUFC bring back joey Barton. Anyways, after ah'd got to me mam's ah noticed she looked tired, she felt iz that the new people next door were Clark Kent! And she wasn't talking aboot Superman, either! Ah'm a live and let live bloke but ah couldn't have two puffs keeping me auld dear up with their best of Eurovision CD collection so ah thought ah'd put them in the picture of whose mother's house they had moved next door to. Ah knocks and this lad with a crew cut answers. "Alreet? Ah knaa you probably divven like football, but ah'm Lee Ryder, Trinity Mirror regional sports journalist of the year, and me mam lives next door, can you keep the noise down? Ah wouldn't want to do something ah'll regret". The kid said he was called Martin and he'd invited me mam round and the reason she had a sore heed was because she'd dusted ah'll the gin in the hoose which was left after the kid went tee total! He also said he was a Newcastle supporter so ah thought ah'd let him off seeing me ma was OK with them. I chuckled to mesel as ah walked back to me mam's at the thought of A. Him liking football. B. Me mam dancing away with the gays, and C. The fact the kid didn't knaa how close he'd came to getting a Ryder knuckle sandwich from the former toon army footsoldier in his dial! Lol. Laters.

I'm a new affluent worker who is generally young. What a pile of shite although still better than the telegraph's abortion of a guide to your status, which as Alex says didn't give you enough choices. 'Metropolitan elite'. :Whey aye!

I'll incorporate it into the Ryder diaries, you can move next door to his 'fictional' folks.

It'd be quite funny if you moved next door to an older brexit couple and it was their 'home for life' and they weren't too keen on them queers.

That's about it, like.

Almost an obsession with some.

I'm not surprised at all, especially in the days of the internet. I like Yorkshire but they've definitely got a higher than normal percentage of divvies. (Mind, our percentage is also on the rise IMO which is a shame).

No, the two quotes we had were too much so getting friends/family to do jobs that can save a few quid here and there. Any odd bit I can help with labouring I will. I.e. knocking the outside garage* down, help barrowing founds out. *was a bit of a handy man and garage was huge, old lathes and a filled in pit inside which was full of water and reinforced concrete and very awkward to get at. Yesterday I was by myself and told by ex builder and wor lasses step dad to straighten off ditch and knock out concrete but by then the 1.5 ton digger was gone, no mates just me, the flooded trench, a spade and a big hammer, a few hours then a quick break then my proper job. This has been a bit of a nightmare move, I've just woken up and am dreading what I'm going to get up to hear so am posting this instead while I wake up properly!

We've been here since Feb! (But point taken).

Budgie more or less said 'is that it?' Laughed then lifted it with one hand or something like that.

Honestly, man. Fucking sick. Spent friday afternoon all day saturday barrorowing/digging founds, was supposed to be done by sat, had bother, eventually finished Sunday, was due in work about an hour after I'd finished, managed to get emergency holiday, then yesterday was told it had veered off slightly and had to get in the watery/muddy ditch and start digging again. After a few hours I had half an hour after I'd showered and cleaned up then it was off to a 12hour nightshift. Had loads of problems and my back 'garden' is basically the Somme without the soldiers/shelling. (Not even sure it'll get passed off this morning). Fu...ck....ing.....sick.....as.....fuck.

We got beat 1-0, were given a measly 1000 tickets after giving them the leazes end on the opening day. That's the game Jones was lifting weights as our players came out to 'intimidate' them and Budgie took the piss out of him.

If anyone's thinking of moving house and rearranging the order of rooms and extending I can really recommend NOT FUCKING DOING IT. That's all.

It's a pity we don't have anyone on here who works for the NHS to give us a better picture.

Are you like this with your hubby?

Colin Veitch Billy McCracken

David McCreery David Kelly

I'd hate to live there, selfishly in my case as they can't understand a word I say so my craic is lost on their poor souls. They can be such a friendly bunch but they are quite insane and I'd be sacked at every job I'd get.