Howmanheyman

It's bantz, hayboy, have you learned nothing?

Pretty sure you can get there by road and rail, think you can also transfer from Birmingham airport.

Remember him being at the spurs cup tie in 1987, he was on the radio and seemed very impressed with our support that day. Surprising that some people didn't realise the show was taking the piss out of racism/racists. RIP (and that also applies to the poor souls who lost their lives yesterday because of some of the saddest excuses of human beings polluting our world.)

And don't forget it!

http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/sport/football/football-news/mike-ashley-invest-newcastle-united-10440945 http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/sport/football/football-news/kevin-keegan-well-smashed-head-10436228 The secret diary of Lee Ryder aged 44 and a half 13/11/2015 Well diary, here’s me on the top of the North-East pole when it comes to the ‘United beat’ as me old mentor Alan ‘Olly’ Oliver used to call it, on the top rung trying to keep the rest at bay, and it seems every year there’s a new pretender out to try to snatch me crown. Ah gets to work this morning and ah’d barely got me arse down on me chair when Gibbo walks up to iz with a young’un in tow. “Alreet, Gibbo? Fuck me, is it work experience already? The years flew. Is the kid on his works experience? Alreet, son? What school do yi gan tee?” Gibbo stopped iz and said that the bairn was the Ronny’s latest sports writer, a kid called Chris Waugh. Fuck me, ah thought! He’s just a bairn, but bairn or no bairn, the man, or should ah say, boy, who would be King, would soon be after my top perch at Thomson House’s Sports section. Gibbo then showed me his piece for tonight’s Chronicle where the cheeky little cunt had tried to copy the Master by writing a non-story from new coach Paul ‘Simma’ Simpson after he’d heard the Toon’s number two on BBC Newcastle’s Total sport! The wide little bastard! Ah’d have to watch this one! Ah then showed the kid my piece for tonight, going back to THAT match at Anfield and getting Pav’s take on the Collymore 4-3 defeat. The kid then said he’d heard ah was great on our club’s past great players and games. Ah gave him the Ryder glare that ah once gave to a Watford fan at Vicarage Road back in me supporting days and said, “Are yee trying to be funny, son? Trying to tek the piss or what? See that fucking award on me desk? The Trinity Mirror regional sports writer of the year award? Ah didn’t get that by writing stories ah heard off the wireless?” Ah actually had done that very thing but when the little twat had got me back up ah wasn’t worried aboot little details like the truth, ah then carried on, “Look here, kidda. When your balls drop, come back to iz, but for now, remember where yi are and who you’re talking to, ah’ve fried much bigger fish than yee’ll ever be!” Gibbo then jumped in and said the kid wasn’t trying to be funny and the lad himself was obviously shiting it as he stammered that he was a big fan of yours truly and meant no offence. After ah’d calmed doon ah’d realised ah probably had gone a bit overboard but the kid had to know who was the real boss was in the NUFC press pack and it was the former toon foot soldier ‘Knght’ Ryder ah’ll the fucking way! Lol. Anyways, time forra pint with me old mate, Mala, the cockeyed tosspot! Ha ha. Laters!

The clip of one of them, (if I've guessed right). If I had a face like yours, Disarray/chaos, I'd genuinely look into shaving my arse and starting to learn how to walk on my hands. If you're patter was decent enough it might be some kind of redeeming feature but it patently isn't.

(And the pandas).

It's all about the bantz.

Gloomy's computer being infected with 'watchdog' links by 'deepthroat' Ant as we speak.

And you were right.

Are we really sure Ant didn't infect LM's computer? CIA levels of investigation for ne'er-do-wells on here.

Gloomy, I like you, you're a canny enough lad, but.....what a fucking knacka if you've spent decent money on that for yourself. Fucking CT-lite to be quite frank.

These 'two'? Are walking adverts for contraception. Should've ended up on their 17 year old dads sock, tbh. #bantz

:lol: You can see why he likes wearing hats, now. If you're reading this, CT, I'd ditch the panama and go full balaclava, mate.

He's the Keyser Soze of Boldon. Goes by the street name of Miser Dozy.

If you never made it as a high powered settee dealer would you have been slinging your flip flops all over the Boldon telephone lines? "For bong, we must go to Don CornyCT."

I was from that neck of the woods, bit further towards Walkergate. Never drank down there. Fuck that.

Named after the road it is on, 'Scrogg Road'. It's nickname was the 'Golliwog'.

She's a teenager, she just fights me and mainly her mam.

I worked with a kid* who would buy a bun, sorry, 'barm', and buy a mince pie. He'd scrape the mince out of the pie and chuck it in the foil tray then bin it. He'd then put the gravy flavoured pastry in his bun and eat it. *He was from Gateshead, to be fair.

My oldest daughter likes cold custard. She didn't get it from me!

The Scrogg is still there, it burnt down, or rather, it got burnt down. It opened up a few years later, think it's a club now? I only went in once a few years ago. Not sure about the Nelson, (and the missus worked just round the corner, too!)

Anyone on here live in London? Just asking because I couldn't give a fuck.

Disappointing interview, never used the phrase 'we was' once, let alone 'fret' and 'early doors'.

My Granda was a 'Prince of Wales' man when he had his retirement afternoon drinkies on Shields Road. I think I've been in the Raby about two or three times only when I worked near byker on a pay day in the early nineties despite PL's patter. My Dad drank in the blue bell when he was a young man. (That was a rough bar as well, mind).