Gemmill

Unlucky Bruno.

One thing is certain, we don't look like we're about to take these last ten games by storm. Still a chance for some good results, but really we just need this season to end now.

Bruno looking for a pen.

Gordon and Willock need some telepathy lessons.

Paqueta is a right fanny.

Must have some wild attitude problem.

Twitter celebrating cos Burn won't play left back again this season.

Looks like he's playing on. I'll give it 90 seconds to ping completely.

Fucking hell man. Another one fucked.

SS?

Fuck knows what they'll come up with here. I reckon no pen.

Oh maybe not actually. It just looked like neither of them was anywhere near the ball on live viewing.

This is getting overturned, I reckon.

Thread.

I'm having sriracha chicken noodles. Up yours, Jesus.

Iron Eagle was his crowning glory. An Officer and a Gentleman was basically the preamble.

Barnes, Trippier and Livramento all might be back tomorrow according to Hope's interpretation of Howe's press conference.

Simon Cowell told me there'd be a lot of jealousy but I didn't expect it from my biggest fans.

Pipe down, Judge Nutmeg!

New Les Paul for junior.

She was in a big hoody and looked harassed to fuck trying to negotiate the pushchair through the station. Meanwhile, our boy was looking pristine and unruffled in a grey tracksuit, carrying a small rucksack.

My gifts aren't working but believe me when I say, you were getting a Steven Seagal one in response to this.

Let's remind ourselves about THAT SHIRT before we go throwing accusations of campness around.

I was down there signing a record deal with a major label if you must know.

Spotted at King's Cross by yours truly yesterday, with his missus and a kid in a pushchair. He needs to start living like a millionaire and getting a limo, not pissing about with trains.