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Might watch the Mackems game v Villa. Just for any laughs I might get at whoever loses. Watch it be a 0-0 draw.

It usually works fine but in the ten or so games I've watched it I had bother with one although I'm not sure if that was just down to my internet playing up.

Dirty bastard!

It was a cunt's trick to do it on there IYAM. A piss take on here is one thing and he never bothered me at all as CSD yet funny enough if he was ASM then I thought he was a knob back then.

http://www.readytogo.net/smb/threads/if-the-club-wasnt-named-sunderland.1047958/ "Newcastle Shadows United, if them lot up the road are to be believed!" http://www.readytogo.net/smb/threads/do-we-want-the-mags-to-win-at-everton.1047756/ http://www.readytogo.net/smb/threads/that-fucking-advert-on-just-now.1047334/ (Shearer's advert). :lol:

no need for the review on his book, mind. On here, fair enough, but not on his amazon page.

Fish not giving a toss.

This Top Gear/Clarkson bollocks the first news 'story' on the BBC one o'clock news yesterday. Dumbing down of the BBC is in full effect, they're turning more bland middle class, middle England by the day. Two days ago their news featured the Queen, (Elizabeth, not Gemmill), officially naming P&O's new cruise ship the Britannia. Nobody on the news show thought it worthy of mentioning that the ship was built in Italy and how the cruise industry which was rising in popularity and seeing more ships built was having to go abroad for their ships? Then again, why would anyone in London based around the media think it a pertinent question nowadays?

It's a good job I found his diary lying outside Thomson House!

http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/sport/football/football-news/steve-harper-feels-jonas-gutierrez-8806067? The secret diary of Lee Ryder aged 44 and a half. 10/03/2015 Mixed day yesterday, diary. Firsts off ah heads up to the training ground to see ex Toon stopper supremo, one Steven Harper, the twenty year NUFC man hand a cheque over to Jonas for £2,500 to go to a cancer charity and it was all good, a great touch by Harps and a piss easy story to fill me back page, it got even better as ah tapped Harps forran interview later on to talk of his underpants company, 'Oddballs', it's charity, 'Ballboys', his memories of Jonas and any other retro stuff the shotstopper could think of. Harps was cush and we ended up meeting at the Royal Station Hotel for a pint and an interview. Ah was getting some black & white gold dust retro stories from Harps when a voice interrupted us. "Oi, oi!" It said as ah looked up to see who it was. "Alreet 6-3-3? Ah didn't knaa you hung oot with Stevie Harper! Remember me?" It was Rob Harwood from me old school! Ah went a bit red and says, "Alright Harwood, what you deeing, like?" He then says ah didn't notice much forra journalist as he had a great big badge on with his name and the Hotel's name on it. It turned out he worked at their bar and was collecting some glasses. He tells Harps we went to school together and laughs that we once were enemies before getting an autograph off the NUFC legend for his bairn and going back behind the bar. Ah finished up me pissbaall easy story and went home for the day. That night ah was dreaming of a good looking young blonde lad at school with a flick haircut proudly showing one of his pals his pannini football sticker album, "Look, look, Mala! Ah've got the Newcastle badge!" As his pal Mala looked on there came the sound of a group of other kids lead by a young Harwood. The blonde kid turns around as Harwood says, "Urrrrghhhhh!!!!! Look at Ryder's arse!!!! there's a damp patch!!! Urrrrggghhhh!!!!!" then all the kids started laughing. Ah turned around and ah could see the slightest damp patch where ah'd sat on a bit of spilled pop. "Look at it! He must've shit himself!" said Harwood to more laughter. He gans on, "Look at all the flies! Look at all the midgies roond his shitty arse!! The last time ah seen that many mosquitoes in a flying formation ah was watching '6-3-3 Squadron' on the telly!" Once again everyone pissed themselves laughing at the blonde kid. "Ah knaa! Let's start calling Ryder 6-3-3! Alreet 6-3-3? How's the midgies getting on? can they smell your shitty arse?" Next thing the blonde kid lunged at Harwood and the fists started flying from the pair of them! Ah woke up with a sweat on, all red faced and shook me fist to the window and shouted, "Aye! Fuck you, Harwood! Yee collect your glasses in your pokey hotel bar and serve pissed cunts while ah interview Toon legends and win prestiju, prestigieeu, err, famous media awards!" Ah then lied back down and turned over, grinned to meself and then slept like a fucking log. That'll teach the cunt! Ryder and out!

Anything to do with the military and Labour are on dangerous ground as the Tories and their media allies would be all over them. You can't underestimate the hold the media have had on politics in this country.

"Those that'll tell don't know, and those that know won't tell."

I've seen that pic before but never in colour. Superb piece of re-working of a classic wee Hughie photo.

"The dead, hero fireman is an anecdote, a friend and a relative of BANANACOCKGEORDIE!"

Not yet.

Tory gobshite in lie to the people whilst feathering his own nest shocker!

That's a wheely strange name.

Aye, the ones with kids whose names seem different are the ones who give them normal names these days.

Congrats, Gloomy!

Walking around Greys Monument looking up to the sky with my pal then laughing at all the people who followed suit. Asking one of my mates on a crowded Metro if he got my note? Waiting for him to say "What note?" then louding going "Laaaaah!" before saying, "That note."

Falling asleep on my old works roof wasn't too clever at around 2AM after passing it walking back from the toon. Jumping down onto a white van then from the van to the ground to avoid a long snaking queue on the old stairway on Wembley way then realising it was a police van when I landed on the ground and being told to 'Get here now!' by one of Harry Robert's pals back up on the stairway, (Aye righto, nee bother offisher). sitting on a bus stop roof at the bottom of Shields Road in Byker at tea time on a summers day smiling and waving to the people on the top decks of the many buses that went past. In all cases......... "I was very, very drunk."

House with three females, I've been that man. I feel his painful eardrums.