Gemmill

Ooooo, cynics!

A weight off my mind, by George Carrick: How many am I allowed in a single day? I have to keep count to drive the pounds away Calorific quantities, now displayed on all food, Fat content, nutrients, hieroglyphics that do no good Why can't I eat what I like, and just enjoy the taste Instead of feeling guilty every mouthful I take, Another notch in on the belt, looking for wasting hips, Trying desperately to reduce that which passes my lips, Jump on the scales, fidgeting forward and back, Knowing they `weigh heavy' and adjust them at the back, Holiday excesses need to be attacked with a will, By denial of `proper' grub, I'm only allowed this swill, Xmas on the horizon, so there's more lumps ahead, And more peering at calorific intake, staying unfed, Oh I give up, I may as well just accept my fate, I'm gonna just buy bigger `claes' and enjoy me bait!

You better not turn up going "me am home. me am drunk." later, spazina!

In the absence of anything better to pass the last half hour with, I propose some Reader's Poems from the Chronicle. I'll start the ball rolling with "I don't like to complain, but...." by Katy: I'm a Geordie lass With a mining past And proud to be that too Brought up on a new estate Built to last from new But now they say, they'll throw away And bring us up to date With new units, fires and baths That now I have, I hate! The bath's too small and far too low It makes my back ache The kitchen cupboards are too high And the handles break The fire is an ornament That's only there for show The only beat it throws out now Is an imaginary glow! A quick sweep of the neighbours Found problems of the same Floods, leaky pipes but Like me they don't complain Well, except for one Who got things done But we won't say her name Who ever said? "Out with the old In with the new" Was having a laugh "You get nothing for nothing" My mam, used to say Give me back my bath!!

I'm out of here at half 4, but still. The next 38 minutes will no doubt seem like an eternity.

Btw, JawD you're self employed ffs. GO HOME!

The clock has most definitely stopped. Not amused in the slightest.

I do the feeling like I'm falling thing if I doze off on the sofa in the afternoon. I like it cos it wakes me up enough to think "YES! I'm going to sleep."

I remember that mad old bitch that used to stand at the top of Northumberland Street, next to Lloyds with her petition. I like SJP where it is like, I have to say. Going to somewhere like Bolton is a miserable affair - the ground is in the equivalent of the Silverlink. Not helped by the cheerleaders, fireworks, tit with a drum and the club mascot running the length of the pitch when they score like.

I just hope this plan to bring him on a bit more slowly doesn't lead to him leaving the club. Nice to hear some sort of explanation for why he isn't getting a regular game though.

Baldy David Bellamy tbh.

Thats really weird I've twice experienced similar fairly recently, just the feeling i was awake but i could not for the life of me move a muscle. Horrible feeling. 195538[/snapback] I get the same thing every night on the sofa. I love it.

On mature reflection, Scott's shoes have got to be up there somewhere. 195533[/snapback] I told you not to lick them.

Posting paralysis set in.

I very rarely remember my dreams. I was going to say I never have dreams but I knew some dickhead would tell me that I did and just couldn't remember them.

I do alittle. It brings back memories and i am thinking i can smell that rotting dead body again Thats weird though isnt it? That a memory of something can actually make you smell it again. 195491[/snapback] Blatantly just farted.

Your own i presume? 195486[/snapback]

Bile tastes pretty minging when you've spewed and spewed til that's all you've got left.

In that case, what's the point of being engaged? 195462[/snapback] Good point ! But that was before the kids and the debt, so a small token of commitment seemed warranted. 195464[/snapback] Exactly. Blatantly buying yourself time.

And Rantin' would be feckin' horrified at being classed as normal. He's a medical man, you know. 195419[/snapback] Aye, think he is some sort of pharmacuetical adviser in the NHS isnt he? 195438[/snapback] Works in Boots tbh. 195441[/snapback] Aye, hence my omnipresence here. 195451[/snapback] Sacked by Boots.

And Rantin' would be feckin' horrified at being classed as normal. He's a medical man, you know. 195419[/snapback] Aye, think he is some sort of pharmacuetical adviser in the NHS isnt he? 195438[/snapback] Works in Boots tbh.

Ok, I'll believe you then...

http://www.newcastle-online.com/nufcforum/...ic,29022.0.html btw.

Are you the same Magma that had a complete conniption fit on N-O last night?

It's not that bizarre, I'm exactly the same, I have to have a lot of bookmarks ranging from proper ones to taxi receipts. A wander over to the bookcase often results in me starting a new book. Actually, I may have just proved your point... 195398[/snapback] Exactly, are you suggesting it's not bizarre behaviour because you do it? Would you watch two films at once, say watch the first 20 minutes of one and switch to another, then back again? No, I don't think so. 195402[/snapback]