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An ancient Greek walks into a Tailors shop to get a tear on his trousers stitched. "Euripides?" asks the tailor. "Yeah. Eumenides?" replies the Greek.

Cardiacs reference isn't a slight fwiw. I have no evidence of this but I'd heavily wager that Tim Smith and Swervedriver most definitely got mentions on their respective late 90's albums.

Christ I misread that band name as Screwdriver on first glance and nearly choked on my Guinness. For a split second I was genuinely concerned you had me down as someone who might have a soft spot for nazi punk. That would be the last fucking thing I needed after the year we've had. False alarm. 7 o'clock and all is well. Anyway, nah not familiar with yer man Dunsy there but he seems sound. From that video I can't help but get the impression he might have a lot of Cardiacs albums hidden away beside his pornography.

Ive always been a right skinny bastard despite my ridiculous diet of Guinness and fry-ups but quit smoking in January this year and figured that if this isn't the year I get fat it's never happening. Photos from the last couple of days confirm that it is indeed happening.

Didn't start drinking until 4pm which is out.of character on a holiday. Thought I was just still remarkably sober for this time on Christmas day but somehow I've managed to smash a pint glass in the bathroom and my neighbour across the road has just rung the doorbell to say tell us we've left the car boot wide open and it's been hammering it down with rain. "Noticed when we got home about 10 minutes ago but the rains getting heavier, just thought I should let you know". Good man. Cheers for that. I think I'm a little more frazzled than I thought. We got home hours ago, though admittedly I did forget to go back out to shut the boot before getting stuck into the Guinness and Shiraz and I'm yet to get started on the Johnnie Walker.

It was bought by one spectacularly massive tit if that counts but I'm guessing photos of me building trampoline isn't what you're edging for.

They're still struggling to get away from the Abramovich era transfer policy of "fuck the finances, sign him and kill his career before he strengthens one of our rivals".

All the best folks. There's an eerie and uncharacteristic calm about our house that surely won't last. Fuck that reminds me, I've still got a trampoline to build.

She sounds absolutely delightful. I don't think we're that bad. Yet, anyway. Saying that our lad isn't even 7 yet, there's a good chance he'll manage to tip us over the edge at some point over the next 20 years if he keeps this up. Hey it's not all bad. He's fucking hilarious when he's not trying to get nominated for a Darwin Award.

Loved that show. That's basically us. Didn't find it uncomfortable at all but probably because all the girls behaviour is completely normal in our house. Ripping up books, throwing mirrors down the stairs, randomly grabbing dummies from toddlers and running off with them, that's our lad on a relatively mellow day. It is what it is. We're actually pretty lucky in that we got a diagnosis for him quite early and the school here has a decent autism provision so he's not having to attend mainstream school and his needs are (for the most part) being met. I know some folk in neighbouring towns with non-verbal autistic kids that are facing long battles for diagnoses and having to watch their kids struggle through mainstream school classes, so we could have it a lot worse. Best line from that show "aye she's half Rainman. She can throw all the pencils on the floor she just can't count them".

We made the rookie error of moving back closer to family shortly after our first was born. Not the smartest decision. Three of my four are diagnosed autistic. It's impossible to get anything done when they're at home like. The lad needs 24/7 one to one care, can't really take your eyes off him for a second or he's liable to do something mental like shit on the window sill or throw a boiling hot kettle across the kitchen. Thankfully his new favourite activity is simply tipping the mattress off of his bed and using the divan base as a massive drum. Which is great because if I can hear him doing that I know he'll probably be safe for long enough for me to take the bins out or go for a piss. Sure the neighbours fucking love us.

Ah, touché. If the start of 2024 pans out anything like this year has for me I might be looking to do the same tbh. How safe are the Barrow-Downs these days?

Aye I'm sure it's fucking wonderful if you've not got kids. I get shafted with the school runs and anytime one of them "isn't feeling well" and gets sent home or has to stay off. That's not even mentioning extended family members just showing up and leaving with their nose out of joint because I didn't offer to put the kettle on. Aye thanks for stopping by but fuck off, I'm busy. Mrs B bumped into our new neighbours in the supermarket on her lunch break the other day, subtle as a brick through a window they are. "Oh you're on your lunch break? I said to John you must have a job, didn't I John? I've seen you coming and going most days and I said to John I think she has a job. Didn't I say that John?"

Just the year they were founded tbh but it can sometimes be a bit concerning how many folk don't realise 1888 has Nazi connotations and just assume it's a Celtic FC thing. Paired with their "Hail Hail" patter it makes me wince more than the Apple reseller we had in town for a few years named "Stormfront".

Delighted you've ditched that shirt sponsor. Gambling sponsers aside, anything with the number in the 88 branding gives me the fear. Best case scenario? Celtic reference. Worst case? Nazi's. Our old DPD delivery guy had a totally unsubtle 88 tattoo that was always on display. I never asked questions and don't like to make assumptions like but even here in Central Scotland I'm 95% convinced he wasn't a Celtic fan.

You're worrying me a bit here @Andrew. I might need to file a Subject Access Request.

I'll give you that. Love curry, just need them on the hot side. I'm one of those unfortunate folk with whatever gene it is that makes us perceive coriander as having a soapy aftertaste. Barely noticeable if it's buried under 20 layers of other scorched earth flavours. La Chouffee can still get to fuck though.

Who ever suggested adding coriander to food earlier in this thread can absolutely fuck off. It's like using Fairy liquid as a fucking seasoning. I'm no beer snob but "La Chouffee" is an abonimation. Who the fuck puts coriander in beer? I'd rather go sober. Or worse, drink Carling or Fosters.

Looks absolutely class @Tom . I've been a bit smitten with semi-hollows for the last few years after being totally indifferent to them for most of my life.

Exactly! Invite Johnnie Walker over whenever there's a game on.

Vegan mate of mine was telling me recently that the only decent vegan cheese substitute he has ever tasted is made from Sauerkraut. I usually trust this guy's judgement but cheese made from pickled cabbage can definitely fuck off.

It's now showing as out of stock so I'm guessing they've just been looking to shift what stock they had to free up warehouse space for their quicker sellers or whatever new stock is due in early next year. I scored a similar deal on a Bassbreaker 45 Head from Thomann a good few years back, new for about £300. Few weeks later looked at their website and it was as if Thomann had never stocked any of the BB range. I get what you're saying though, markdowns like that shine a huge fucking light on the kinda margins these retailers could be making on a lot of this stuff though. My Epi SG is like this, can almost use the neck as whammy bar just by breathing on it. Think it's more a case of unstable green wood than the thickness of the neck or general build quality of the guitar. It's a fucking lottery in that regard.

Doug Stanhope's big routine on helping his mum go out on her own terms is great (albeit dark as fuck, naturally). I think his book was named after the whole ordeal but I haven't got round to reading it. Surely only two outcomes to trying DMT on your deathbed. That, or this:

Not meaning to take anything away from anyone's experiences, you lovable cunts all need to read more Poe. "Sleep. Those Little tiny slices of death.".

Jesus you cunts must be rarer than Stirling Albion fans. Out of curiosity have you ever spent much time pouring pints in Dunkeld?