thebrokendoll

if i had to select a top 10 of stunning debut albums this one would feature right near the top. mind you, i reckon that top 10 would predominately feature punk albums! anyway, an absolute classic and well worth a revisit.

I'm with you both on this. furthermore, you should feel no remorse for these thoughts. I woke up every fucking morning for 34 years hoping it would be the day thatcher died. when she did I felt not one shred of guilt!

it needs to be somebody really, really shite.

anybody want to borrow a dog?

bit like smoking dmt, catapults you to another dimension for about 5 minutes but seems like a life time. in fairness to ugly mackem there are parts of newport which appear other worldly!

@wykikitoon grim news, hope you and your family are bearing up as well as possible. agree with every word you said too with regard to the ineptitude of how things are being handled.

a springer spaniel, sun dappled woodland and a post dog walk pint at a cotswold village pub V mike ashley, (in a mask) steve bruce, a 45 minute home mullering off fucking brighton with the prospect of joelinton joining the fray. it gets easier and easier every passing year mate.

aye. *grabs lead*

grim as fuck. second half or a dog walk? dog walk wins..... enjoy gentlemen.

that's fantastic mate. what do you reckon to mine?...... joelinton is a striker, he's also a brazilian. he scores that many goals, he cost us forty million.

it's a nightmare this mate, i'm back to temporarily at least needing him to walk safely past steamrollers.

@Isegrim.... is this the fat lad fighting for compensation or to get the sale done?

if you google declan rice it says his 'parents' are sean rice, all very odd, he appears to have been born without a mother. this is probably why he's shit at football and a bit of a cunt.

i miss the 70s match day atmosphere mate, i really do. i remember beating liverpool 1-0 paul cannell scored the goal and for whatever reason i barfed up the contents of me prematch lunch of fish fingers and beans, most of which went all over some bigger, older and undoubtedly harder lads gleaming astronaut boots. he was in the process of instructing me to lick them clean when i fled. kept away from that little area of the leazes for the rest of the season. happy days!

hoy carl, when essembee speaks you'd best be listening. he had his martins laces confiscated more times than all the other boot boys on the leazes end put together. he also wrote the lyrics for 'you're going home in a fucking ambulance' he's getting on a bit now, but i salute him.

i'd fucking donate to the tory party to get the takeover to go through and i've spent since 1979 utterly despising them. bearing in mind about 2 pages back i stated i'd like to see mike ashley win a court case, i'm starting to seriously question me own sanity!

liverpool can go and fuck themselves. hope it's at least 60 years before they win their next title.

anybody got a link to a bein sports stream of this that is that illegal it's likely to give richard keys a coronary?

honestly man, this is fucking ridiculous, what the fuck's going on? can i get back to wishing all manner of hideously grotesque demises for fat mikey? is our loveable rogue still gonna sue the arse off masters and his premier league buddies? or is master's about to sue mad mike for saying nasty things about him last night? are we nearly rich or still very poor? so many questions.....

i want to see mikey strolling down the steps of the old bailley in his flappy jeans with the loveable and smiling charnley and bishop at his side uttering words about smelling of victory and masters don't surf.

my head's in a fucking turmoil here. over the last decade and a bit i've wished ashley all manner of hideous deaths including falling in a skip full of razor wire, being sucked in to a jet engine and having a hellfire missile land on his head. the sort of things really that the sciptwriters of hostel and saw might baulk at. now i find myself fully on board with the loveable fat cunt. go on mikey.... bankrupt the premier league and masters and his mates, the fucking corrupt twats.

anybody checked out the suitability of the parenting these new lads had yet?

reckon she must've shared the bottle with lewis himself if the daft young twat is even remotely interested in signing up to join the absolute fucking shit show we are.

wallpaper.... i think.

aye mate. that's what I was gonna tell the wife as well.