McFaul

Cheers Glooms and Tom.

I don't think deducing that someone is an arsehole is a big deal either. "Aye ye a cunt yee". It hardly takes up your afternoon.

Nee one and I mean nee one got on Ardiles back, yet we were 23rd in Division Two when he was sacked and I swear down we were going to get relegated without our Keegan injection.

HTL struck me as a patronising wank. Someone who was permanently angry, I told him what's what a few times on NO. I didn't like him and I fuckin couldn't stand that West End charva who quite clearly had never had a lass HTT. It was his site and he went on about this that and the fuckin other, yet his first game wasn't till he was 17. I'd been to well over 250 games by that age and that's strites home and away. When I came on these sites in 2004 I'll tell you honestly it took me a number of years, to think that any one person had as much of a clue as me about NUFC. What an arrogant I must have seemed, but with good reason!

Thank you fellas. No drink allowed till Saturday now though. Chemo weeks are about as interesting as threads and posts by that old poster "Fob".

Just need to lose me derby now and I'm back to normal. Saying that like I can only remember the names of about 20 players employed by NUFC right now.

Good result there from the Freeman. Brain's still deein well, me 3 month scan said absolutely no signs of new tumours. Owa the moooooon.

Aye there's a huge sperm bank. There was a Pakistani bloke went in the wankin room before me. There was about 10 blokes waiting to have a wank and that's the truth.

Congratulations J69. Make sure he/she doesn't support the mackems given your location. Me and wor lass went to the Centre for Life at the start of my chemo. Believe it or not I had to have a wank in a small room with dirty mags on the seat. None of them had big tits in these mags it was murder. Anyway I managed to sort one out eventually, because they're worried in case my spunk is fucked because of the chemo. So hopefully anyway I'll be in your shoes over the next 24 months. I've told wor lass though, there is NEE WAY that bairn is being born South of the Tyne.

One game we want Liverpool to win and it's 1 bastard 1. Norwich will be a relegation rival.

Was Leicester. Left foot as well. He's still a cunt though.

"4.20 at Ayr, Ginger Jacks, I'll take 12s."

Is that fat boiler Piri Pikarnowa still singing it?

Rugby fans killed a toon fan in 1988 at Baker Street. Which is what?

Whey its like a who's who of gimps posting during home games. They should either be at the match or watching in a pub like proper people.

4-0 to the toon.

Dr Who? People who have watched it regularly down the years are generally Geriatric Individuals Making Piss Sounds. The BBC were so trampy in the 80s the robots were made of Cardboard and used to shake like the walls in Prisoner Cell Block H.

Loved dance music massively up till 2002 and this was a little belta for me back in the cowie days.

Had fantastic bait at The Lake in Marsden yesterday. From the outside it looked like the worst pub I've ever seen, it looked like the old Cruddas Park pubs but inside it was like a gourmet restaurant. The likes of Happy Face would've been in here, and honestly three courses, a pint for me, juice for me lass and me lasses mam. 19 quid. Gorgeous food and the portions were big enough for these fat cunts from America who eat loads. Couldn't praise it highly enough.

Stuck to the bed owa Maria Whitacker as a 13 year old a few times.

Bacon, egg and sausage sarnie. What a scruff but it sorts the hangover out.

If a woman's body is a football team, big tits are so good it's like having Maradona at his peak as captain. That Chubby Brown song sums them up. "What makes a woman grow lovely nipples, what makes a mans balls fuckin ripple, its those tits, tits, tits....."

The terrible twitter wind up merchant appeals to far more people than the type of office based character certain people come across as that's for definite. Regarding the kids thing, I can't stop thinking about it. She wants one NOW. I'd be all for it if the psychic is right that I'll be around till I'm 57, especially if it was a little laddie.

Dying is a scary prospect and when cunts say 60% die with my condition within 5 years, it drives me mental. Having said that I've been really positive because positivity is the best way to live your life and the best way to beat shitty cancer. I don't need to contact MacMillan. Days like yesterday are what they are. I was a miserable cunt, I used to be like that growing up after every pathetic NUFC performance and maybe they had a knock on effect yesterday. My sister is basically a millionaire, she's one of THE senior psychologists in South London, so she's perfect to talk to when I need to go deep. It's not just having a miserable day though. I probably come across as normal as they come to 99% of people, but I have days where I can't remember fuck all. I feel like an old fucka in terms of my memory. It took me 2 hours and this honestly to remember who sang "Fuck You I Won't Do What You Tell Me", and also remembering it was Fat Boy Slim singing "What the Fuck?". They're little things to people but I used to have a sharp brain and I couldn't even remember where we signed Paul Goddard from all day yesterday. Anyway, today is going to be better because my future isn't set and fuck the odds, I can beat them because I'm a confident arrogant cunt at times just like Warren Barton (who was shite if we're honest).