thebrokendoll

I don't recall ever seeking as much attention as this when me collar bone was shattered in to a million pieces. just bravely got on with things to be honest.

gurt lush, as the locals say!

aye, was a regular weekend out for me and mrs tbd. cracking hardhouse night called ripsnorter in the depot nightclub, tribe of frog is famous in the psytrance scene at lakota club in stokes croft, even the trinity church got in to the act as a venue for dance music debauchery. and aye, can happily confirm bristol is rammed with minxy chicks, especially the dready hippie variety! if I hadn't have had the good fortune to have newcastle as my home city I wouldn't have to been too despondent had bristol been it instead.

I paid (unbeknown to mrs tbd) the best part of £500 for that rifle and seen the rat once since. little fucker appeared from under the hedge mid afternoon and was spotted by the pitbull who launched himself in to attack. rat squealed and dashed off behind the greenhouse with snoop in hot pursuit. I was really worried the dog would put his head through the glass so I dragged him away, but he remained on high alert for the rest of the afternoon. anyway, I've set meself up like some sort of great white hunter from days gone by practically every evening with a carefully laid trap of peanut butter and cooking oil. not a fucking sign of the cunt I have however shot straight through the middle of an empty thatchers gold can with dead eye precision. money well spent!

regarding football dinosaur's short post above.... i think the last week or so has probably highlighted to potential visitors which is the more welcoming and inclusive place between newcastle and sunderland. sunderland isn't a city, it's a moment of pissed up madness by our late queen. and there's nowt great about it either, it's a fucking shithole. but apart from that, he's nailed his post.

here's me with my brand new bsa lightning. be afraid, be very afraid.

just a little cottage mate. canny size garden though so you be welcome to come with a tent.

should've immediately dashed off to that huge gift shop in seahouses full of inflatable puffins etc and got yourself a plastic sword. you could've then dashed back and recreated a russell crowe scene from the coloseum. that'd teach the little cunt.

never fucking heard of the cunt.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/articles/cd05ereye7do chelsea rapidly approaching £200m for the summer. us meanwhile.... 20p in agents fees for john ruddy.

@Christmas Tree .... you still the king of the paddle board? been really busy on the house/garden so not had the chance to get the kayak out since we moved here, madness really when we live about 200 yards from the wye. anyway, got it out yesterday and went to kerne bridge and paddled back to monmouth, 15 miles, which despite the stunning scenery from start to finish was probably a bit ambitious for the first attempt of the year. expected to feel like I'd played a game of 5 a side this morning, but surprisingly don't seem to be suffering too much! for anybody remotely interested and who hasn't visited the wye valley before, you could do a lot worse than spend a long weekend down here, stunningly beautiful with lush places to stay, especially round symonds yat and peaceful campsites too at doward and biblins.

lush bit of dub for chilling in the garden on sunny sunday afternoon.

aye, was at that one too. unfriendliest friendly I've ever been to in me life.

currently painting the kitchen ceiling listening to richard hawley's lady's bridge album. fucking masterpiece with the three middle tracks in particular, dark road, the sea calls and lady's bridge absolutely tremendous song writing.

probably best to cash in before his value plummets.

been missing a worrying amount of penalties recently.... time to sell?

shame you didn't break your collar bone actually.

well they regularly announce them, the fact that only half of them are actually present seems neither here nor there.

https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/article/2024/aug/09/a-week-in-court-far-right-riots-england so many tears man, what a fucking pussy. One of those pleading not guilty was Lennon Chisholm, 21, of Middlesbrough, who sobbed uncontrollably throughout his appearance and was passed a tissue by his solicitor, David Dedman. “When things are rushed, mistakes can be made,” Dedman said to the district judge, Marie Mallon, as he applied for bail. It was refused

bored with this cunt now.

this cunt must've signed by now surely?

about fucking time. pivas we swapped for a goat. vlachodimos was a tax fiddle. ruddy is a pr exercise for help the aged kelly was for nowt hall was already here.

we STILL not bought any cunt yet?

bizarre mind. superb fish and chip shop is the wetherby whaler, seems most of the population of the town had also been there and took their dinner down by the weir to eat. the river's obviously a bit of a local attraction, unsurprisingly, its lush down there, kids playing in the water, parents with a bottle of wine, ice cream stalls and a lovely atmosphere. smack bang in the middle of town and it was the first time I'd ever clapped eyes on it!

just as a bit of an aside to this.... I've been going to wetherby occasionally for more than 40 years, usually as a stop off for something to drink or eat on the way back from a match, it's pretty fair to say in the 80s as a newcastle supporter you weren't made to feel particularly welcome. anyway, was up home last weekend to see me mother as she's been in hospital and on the way back we stopped at wetherby and imagine my surprise to discover it's got a fucking river running through the middle of it that I'd never seen before! me and mrs tbd sat eating our fish and chips next to the weir on a beautiful summers evening, absolutely lush down there. I like wetherby!