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aye, i read that shite about sky turning up the crowd volume for us too. they really are bunch of fucking weird bitter cunts. makes me chuckle.

too much expectation from the crowd, pressure got to him.

that was in shadow of the tomb raider. almost certain when you found it lara got to wear her hot pants.

cans have been going in to then back out my fridge at an alarming rate for the last 3 months. frequently enough in fact for it probably to be a matter of concern. this has got absolutely fuck all to do with newcastle's protracted takeover!

nothing, literally nothing, is more turgid than our takeover. In the odd time i dip in to it, I'd take glasses fetishism to spending six hours watching a very slowly moving aeroplane glyph tracking its way from riyadh.to virtually anywhere.

you do realise this opens the door for me to post some much more appropriate photos don't you?

I've got a thing about black horn rimmed glasses and the need to decorate them.. does this make me a bad person??

has there been any more letters from hatice cengiz to anybody recently? I appreciate this makes me tragically wrong but every time I see her she looks like a porn actress whose glasses are covered in cum. sorry.

don't worry mate, I only hold a torch for salma hayek in reality. actually, my appreciation for the way in which lucy verasamy presents the weather seems to piss the wife off too!

only a fan boy? you ever see the movie true romance? where at the begining clarence worley is chatting to the pissed up marilyn munroe lookalike and he tells her if his life depended on it and he had to fuck a man it would be elvis presley? well I'd fuck kevin keegan. not entirely sure how happy kev would be about that mind, but hey, it's purely hypothetical!

press/fanzines roughly the same? anyway, really like this rousing article by michael martin in truefaith. I know martin stood down as editor for truefaith as he pissed a lot of folk off in twitter world apparently, but credit where it's due and hat doffed accordingly..... http://www.true-faith.co.uk/takeover-the-north-will-rise-again/

aye. got to dance with ola jordon for 8 hours every day for a couple of months too. there's no fucking justice in the world whatsoever.

went to see keegan down here a couple years ago at the cheltenham literature festival (i know, get me) when he did a talk about his latest book. winter hosted the event a chatted to keegan for the first quarter of an hour, thought he came across well. winter had this to say about it at the time.... https://www.themag.co.uk/2018/10/henry-winter-from-the-times-gives-kevin-keegan-glowing-reference-after-appearance-at-cheltenham-literature-festival-newcastle-united/

love simple minds i do.

the takeover is largely irrelevant when compared to tom's outrageous slur of the ramones. thankfully he's seen the error of his ways.

a war and peace like tale stolen from the athletic, if you can be arsed to read it, prepare for tears to be shed during this harrowing epic, or not perhaps! https://justpaste.it/1zwc6

they're shut. which is bloody inconvenient seeing as both my two front crowns have come out.

anger, stress, fat man.... let's hope nothing bad happens.

i think it's something you collect pennies for then stick on top of the bonty.

I haven't been here long meself. I am however happy to embrace my place amongst the twats!

aye, sounds about right. you haven't got an in depth knowledge of the best way to crush and disguise the bodywork of a luton van and where to get the best scrap price for aluminium have you?

quavers was about 2/3 of the way up shields road on the right hand side. I seem to recall it had a lot of pool/snooker tables so mebbees they're one and the same place? all very hazy those days, probably due to a cocktail of squidgy black, pink champagne speed and white lighning blotters!

I've no idea mate. the only two pubs I ever went in to in byker during the 80s were the ford arms and quavers. quavers was probably only slightly less a den of iniquity than the ford. I once met a bloke in there whose occupation was hiring out luton bedford vans on stolen driving licences, stripping them down and selling its various components. very knowledgeable chap actually.

can I just say that arguably the shadiest pub in the north east was probably the ford arms in byker. not once did I ever see anybody play pool on the pool table. its sole use was a stable base to place your scales on. happy days!