Dougle

Hughton?? Give yer shrivelled owld heed a shake man Noelie...

Sexist

It began 12 years ago man.

Aye it was a massive laugh with JFK.

of Aldi beans

Loads of old class places got closed. Or 'upgraded'. Ha the Percy became the Bee's Knees...... that went well

Cracking place. Slalom D and Old Peculier on tap. Some tremendous bands blues/rock/punk. Council wanted rid.... for some reason. Bastards.

Can we not just get back to the point?

Yep. This is so bang on.

greasy palmed bastard

There's some bitter fuckers about mind

Fuck Off

That's my view also.

But he does care man.... the evidence exists.

Does anyone truly give one flying fuck which sock puppet they appoint as ‘manager’? Rafa was a one off under this regime and whoever we get in will be a yes man, whether it’s as obvious as pardew made it or a tad more subtle, who cares? Also if the report about wanting a ‘head coach’ rather than a manager is true it looks like we’ll have two of the fuckers that we’ll have to endure as no doubt fcb will appoint a suitable director of bullshit. More layers to hide behind. Great times.

Blyth playing Aberdeen (reserves) on Sunday 3:00 .... £5

Aye saw that earlier..... twats probably trying to goad him into some sort of contract breaching comeback.

Well three years of hope, near optimism and the memories of a time when the possibility of us actually doing something became almost tangible. Goodbye to that then… roll on Carver/Pardew/Kinnear-esque joys, mirth and japes. Fuck sake. All the Best Rafa…. it was a pleasure, or the nearest it could be under that fucking horrible cunt.

Howay man. As if...... We know it's all bollocks

'about a decade'?? Just topping the likes of pardew, carver and the mac like

cracking stuff.... two mackem hackings in one night.

Are these real people?? Surely it must be a parody? It’s like a modern Bo' Selecta without masks, coz they don’t need them. The bloke with the bollocks chin must be a comedy genius.

Me too and I ended up with ticks.... bloody twats

Great pub in Berwick called The Barrels. It was class for live music in its tiny wee cellar bar until the shitebag who owned most of the adjoining residential properties managed to lose the place it’s live music licence.

Frothing at the collective mackem gash about the idea of becoming a feeder club for PSG over there on that RTG thing.