The Fish

Would have used a Gantt chart if I got remotely involved in cooking the dinner. My job was entertaining the little'un. So I basically played with Hot Wheels, pretended to be a dragon, and read books, while Mrs Fish cooked everything. Pretty standard Sunday to be fair.

Aye, that's where I'm at. Yes we're 2nd now, but I don't think we're really going to challenge for the title itself.

They must all be MLFs. Moderate Lads' Fans.

12pts ahead of Chelsea, 8 ahead of Liverpool. Already taken points from MCI, MNU, CHE, TOT. Should have had a point at Anfield too. Don't think we'll still be in the title conversation in the run-in, but top 4 is certainly doable now.

He's been amazing for us. So many games where he barely has a save to make and yet when he's called upon, his concentration levels don't appear to have dropped at all. He definitely could have played for a top club earlier.

Weddings should be a child-free zone. That's not an opinion, it's an edict from on high.

This is why I'm annoyed. Work Dos are generally awful. Only good ones I've ever been to were the ones at the Wine and Spirit research company I worked at in London. That's because a) I was younger, b) a lot of the staff were fit international women and c) as you'd expect the drinks were on point. The thought of going to a large conference hall, with a make shift bar set up on a table, small talk with the same people you barely put up with during the day, all while some sad sack DJ plays Wham and Mariah , too loudly all night... it leaves me cold.

Or course, Stalky Joe knows his real name, because of course he does.

On their super hidden, locked down, VIP only, NUFC thread, I saw a post by Ark, who bemoaned the refereeing in our Carabao Cup game against Bournemouth. That'll be the game that wasn't televised in the UK, in a competition they're no longer in. but we're obsessed.

You've gone down in my estimation.

I thought the J in J69 was short for "Jesus he goes on about pinball machines a lot for a grown man...69"

Nah, he's too old to be a Jordan. I thought Keith, or Barry, but probably too young?

Merry Christmas Grant* * I don't know your real name, but you seem like a Grant, or maybe a Karl

I guess you'd know, you should be the expert on what it feels like to be a cunt.

When was the last time we had 3 consecutive home draws in the cup?

Incognito mode baby.

Doesn't feel like my normal anxiety stuff, which tends to be more self-depractive and "YOU ARE DOOMED, SUNSHINE!". This is more like an itch I can't scratch. A while ago when I had a bad spell the therapist said I've also got a touch of mild OCD, which this could be. Things seeming off, I've certainly not noticed it as much when I'm doing the routine day-to-day shit I need to get done.

No, but Breakfasts have been a nightmare, I keep going for cereal, but open the cutlery drawer and

All excellent suggestions, but nope. I've always found this time of year tough on the old noggin, but this feels disquieting, rather than depression.

Yeah, even tried a hard reset (went out and got drunk with a mate), but yeah it's just this unnerving sense that something's up. As if I've forgotten something important, or I'm about to get in trouble for something, or whatever. It's really fucking unsettling.

Putz

I'd recommend going back to re-read it again there, PL.

I do not know what, in the blue hell, you are talking about.

infinitely higher than John O'Shea leading Sunderland to Carling Cup glory, let along Champions League glory.