Sonatine

And men dressed as nuns.

The lads at work suggested we all go out and club it in Sunderland. I had no option. It was that or one of their B&Bs. I figured it'd be safer on the streets. For the first time ever I saw the Mackems in their natural habitat, and it weren't pretty. I'd seen them huddling in stations before, being loud but… this time I was surrounded. Everywhere I went it felt like they were watching me; fish-white flesh puckered by the Wearside breeze; tight eyes peering out for fresh meat; screechy, booze-soaked voices hollering out for a taxi to take 'em halfway up the road to the next all-night watering hole. A shatter of glass; a round of applause; a sixteen-year-old mother of three vomiting in an open sewer, bairns looking on, chewing on cheesy chips. I ain’t never going back… not never.

Conspiracytheorytastic

A bit to long hair persian for my liking. Back in the day man, give the dirty cow a break. You clearly weren't brought up on that shit? Those of us who grew up with "paper" porn will be more used to the "gutted rabbit" style of downstairs shrubbery. Ah, those halcyon days of finding a stash of dog eared mags under some shrubbery in the local park

Read somewhere they had been accused of hacking other newspapers journos phones too, industrial espionage charges perhaps?

Some bestiality craze sweeping the Emerald Isle?

"Please, Jesus, slap some sense into this fucking spacka standing in front of me"

Cuba's first horror movie, Juan of the Dead

I know there's 2 guys who come from there.

Nothing to do with the Brat Pack movie then?

From the end of last season (20th May). How anyone can defend these liars is beyond my ken. I'm sure they'll manage somehow

We do? Talking shite again

Excellent

Wasn't he there on holiday a few weeks back?

Reckon she was just after this, but there was a breakdown in communications somewhere....