thebrokendoll

brexiters aren't going to be happy with gina!

about 80 pages in on this, compelling reading. has already absolutely slaughtered the magistrates courts system.

squeal like a pig boy.

about 8 years ago i self converted a lwb sprinter, i try to get away in it on as many weekends as we can, usually to as remote a place as possible. i fantasise about bumping in to ashley miles away from where anybody can hear him scream and embarking on a hostel like torturing frenzy on him. i'm not entirely sure why i happen to have an assortment of power tools with me when i set out on me walk with me spaniel. however i do, it's a good fantasy!

he's been one very fortunate cunt up to now with the restrained behaviour of supporters he's encountered. we can only live in hope that the time is rapidly approaching where he meets the newcastle version of bob murray's mate in an indian restaurant.

morning luke.

in fairness, watford did spend a lot of time kicking off!

attendance will go up for the man utd game. maybe drop slightly on yesterday if results go as expected by the time we play wolves. there's a good chance it'll drop to below 40k for the bournemouth match in early november.

hooray for edwards, he clearly has his finger on the pulse of all things nufc related.

loathe to give these horrible cunts much attention, but just quickly dipped in to the world of third division football to see they managed a last minute draw with -9 points bolton. in these dark days i suppose it's a small crumb of comfort that the apparently newly crowned richest club in the entire world.... ever, are looking up to wycombe wanderers and fleetwood town!

1 point. maximum.

1GB of internet and 90 minutes of precious life. gone. 'he's one of our own' fuck off man, he couldn't have fucked off any quicker.

10,000 empty seats today, or will the sight of returning local hero and wonderful, wonderful striker andy sat on the bench make a significant difference?

probably the comedy channel mate. let's face it, incompetence and corruption is fucking hilarious.

he's wonderful, wonderful. bruce said. how the fuck he was without a club defies any logic whatsoever.

how the fuck do you go from investigating a crime, gathering sufficient evidence to convince the cps of a successful guilty verdict in a court case, banging a young kid up on a murder charge facing a minimum term of 30 years and having his family villified in the media.... to, oh you've done nowt wrong, you can go home. did they actually investigate this 'murder' and particularly foster at all? or was it just a case of he's a pikey any pikey will do?

what is the matter with this vomit inducing cunt? brighton at home is a 'wonderful' opportunity. a fit andy is a 'wonderful, wonderful' striker. .well, there's nowt 'wonderful' about you, yer fucking fat, disgusting, repulsive piece of human scum.

that's it then. all the ills and woes surrounding nufc will miraculously disappear. good old andy, more than worthy of his local hero tag.

the young mike can clearly be seen here in the yellow and brown donnay jumper. 1989, at a secret location just off the m25. mike got the 'e' with too much speed in it....

venue of 'the famous european nights' looming large. odds of 25/1 for an away win. after predicting a 8-0 howking by tottenham, i'm inclined to do the same again whilst secretly sticking a tenner on brucey pulling off a shock, dedicated to mike, 0-3 victory with an almiron hatrick!

that interview he did on sky yesterday... what's the matter with the cunts hands and arms? we've all seen people using hands to emphasise points before but not to that extent. cunt needs them removing with a chainsaw, preferably from the waist.

hat doffed mate. think you've just destroyed the fucking pitiful mackem cunt.

so.... was this wallsend chap a mackem in the end or not?!

you must be very proud.

missed this when it was shown on bbc4, fantastic watch for anybody who was in their prime perhaps during the mid to late 80s and what life was like in britain. the blurb is.... A re-evaluation of acid house, a musical phenomenon that, as this film shows, did not spring out of nowhere, but owed its emergence to the social and political landscape of 1980s Britain