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The whole vacuous fuckin shit hole that is Hollywood bares some blame for allowing basically a wise guy from Queens (he's basically To ny Soprano ffs) to do this, but none more so than the PR fixers and lawyers he paid to keep it all under wraps. Hangings too good for those fuckers. Apart from all that,...

One last thing is mention @Andrew is the glow worm caves at waitomo.. Waitomo-Glowworm-Caves

Speights brewery and Cadbury world in Dunedin are good too. We only did waiotapu in rotorua as the current Mrs PL couldn't stand the smell Oh and this if your up north is brilliant too, we got a Maori guide/driver and he explained all about their culture and beliefs and what happens at cape Reinga.. http://mustdonewzealand.co.nz Also whale watching at Kaikora, where we saw humpbacks and blue whales on the same day ...

Am sure you've got a detailed itinerary already but if youre in these areas I would recommend... http://penguinplace.co.nz http://www.wildernesswings.co.nz https://www.waiotapu.co.nz

Maybe a good way of measuring this sort of thing (for those of us brought up in the 70s/80s) is to have a think as to whether our mothers a. went back to work after children? and if they did b. was the income vital to the weekly family budget? My mum did a few cleaning jobs after we were all at high school and we went on ski-ing trips and the French exchange thing, all of which the old man paid for. We were far from deprived just on his income, he was a jobbing chippy/general builder in rural southeast Scotland where wages for anyone have never been high. Speaking very generally and looking at my friends and their families who are almost all similar blue collar folk and at a similar stage of their lives, they have to jump through massive finacial hoops to be able just to pay the bills, in some cases the wives work two/three jobs and I know one couple who used to qualify for tax credits with both of them working. This, as I've mentioned before, on England's south coast in one of the country's wealthiest boroughs.

The likes of Caulkin and Douglas should be shot with shit for their dog whistling crap on this like.

http://www.mirror.co.uk/sport/football/news/liverpool-takeover-amanda-staveley-price-11303882.amp tbf this has about as much credibility as the shit sky and some notable local journos who should really know better were punting around a fortnight ago. Always (at least) just as likely to have been back in fir lfc than us. If there's anything in this from the mirror it may appear we've been used as some sort of bizarre smokescreen for her real intentions, fuck knows why though..

Happy Friday everyone!

Not that it bothers me in the slightest but in view of Shelveys football career it's worth noting that Spurs reserve Harry Winks has been called into the England squad

I get all that but it's partly her sitting with Rafa's guest for the day that makes me think she's just a fan (at the moment) She's certainly more likely to be a Liverpool fan than to have some sort of connection to Steve Wraith id imagine

Yes Noelie, we can all cut and paste from fuckin wilipedia And she's in her mid forties, in other words a child during liverpools glory years, the club with 100s of 1000s more glory seekers than season ticket holders across the entire planet. And there she is pictured a decade ago with a Liverpool scarf round her neck. There are others too but it seems that no one in the media has bothered with even the most brief of searches on google images. I was fairly sure she was a reds fan yesterday morning,, then she's sat next to the mother of a lad who died at Hillsborough. That's when I googled her and she's basically the Emlym Hughes of fuckin Dubai. All of which of course proves absolutely nothing, but it's stopping me jumping to the conclusions that many others are. At the moment the weight of evidence suggests she was there to watch a game of football and nothing else.

I actually think there is a good chance there's something in it, Caulkin is going strong on it without actually saying anything. If there's nothing in it then he's just fishing for hits which doesn't seem like him. The fact that none of the media are reporting that she's a known Liverpool fan is what's getting me though, if it's bollocks and she's just there to see the game then they all want fuckin shooting

She's a fuckin Liverpool fan, will you daft fuckers be told? https://propaganda.photoshelter.com/gallery-image/070819-Liverpool-v-Chelsea/G0000Hk9a59AMuVU/I0000SbgoB_b0l5Q

She was plainly sat with her Iranian husband on one side (he had a Lester Piggott style flat cap bonnet type thing on his head) and on her left was Margaret Aspinall of the Hillsborough justice campaign. If they're mates I think it's unlikely she has any business interest in us tbh

Perez is the first line of defence, he's running the whole game, grafting closing people down the whole time. He's not contributing much going forward but he's under instruction from the manager who will be the difference between us staying up and going down, and it looks like he's one of the first names on the team sheet. Good enough for me like

Cant be completely sure but I think she's a Liverpool fan, which may shed a different sort of light on why she's there...

Chelsea win in Madrid with the last kick of the game. Standard of football from both sides unbelievable compared with what's mostly served up in premier league.

Its Rooneys agent(s) Kenny Shepherd working for Paul Stretford in an office at sjp at the time when we put the bid in that stinks the place out. Nothing official but Fergie was quoted at the time " och well we couldnae let a player of his talent join Newcastle jings hoots mon the noo " .....

My my mate trained as a teacher but knocked it on the head as he came to the conclusion that education and academia in general is stuffed with utter wankers. Then he ran various businesses including an industrial printers that he owned in Guildford which won a major industry award about a decade ago after which he has been known generally as "business man of the fuckin year" he mixes the life coaching with running HMO's for retired Nepalese/Gurkha soldiers

My mate is a "life coach". He's also a season ticket holder at SJP. Obviously we rip the piss remorselessly out of him for his chosen path in life but he's gone from a tower block in Gateshead to being a millionaire businessman so he must know something

Shepherd allowing Paul Stretford to employ Freddys son Kenny on company premises was as bent as Carr only using one French agency. That's how the likes of a fat and finished Kluivert ended up at sjp. Brought in above Sir Bobs head too. Not going to lie I hated him for what happened to SBR but he had more ambition in his little finger than Ashley has ever had for us. His type saw what Murdoch and sugar were going to do with sky early on (that's basically why the magpie group came into being) and thought they'd fill their boots in the 90s too, as well as mostly backing keegan to the hilt to produce the best side in English football history that didn't win a title. Good times. RIP.

Had a quick chat with Chi Onwurah at full time, she was stood with one if the most obsessive and frankly annoying NUFC supporters I've ever met, don't know if he's a Labour Party activist or not, if not she appeared to be there on her own. She said the atmosphere was better than at the conference. She came across as very nice and down to earth. We were shit. Possibly deserved a point, blatant pen when Shelvey was assaulted in the box. One glibly smug south coaster said he'd rather have three points in the premier league than the six we got off them in the championship. That might explain why they were acting like they'd won the fuckin champions league at full time

Again, Frankie Boyle... Theresa May imagined that she would be wielding a hundred seat majority like the One Ring; instead she merely persists, a kind of electoral skidmark. Where is David Cameron now? Probably with chaps from his year at school on an Arms Industry jolly, betting on which blindfolded tramp can successfully cross the surface of a frozen lake. George Osborne is now being called a “centrist”. Screwing over the disabled and hungry is considered a moderate standpoint these days. Presumably enforced sterilisation and labour camps is about to be rebranded as “cautious”. When other countries don’t like a politician they put them in prison; the only time our politicians go to prison is to visit their favourite prostitute and warn him that he's dead if he doesn't keep his mouth shut. May has surrounded herself with a cabinet whose physical forms seems to have been damaged in the journey from their own pitiless dimension. Where do you get an inner circle like that? Possibly a ‘Boys from Brazil’ style breeding program, which began in 1945 in Berlin when some Russian captain had the presence of mind to kick Hitler’s nuts out of the flames so he could use them to buy British citizenship. These people will all take to the stage at their conference in a couple of weeks, playing to an audience who look like they’ve wandered in to hide from the Ghostbusters, in a televised conference that is, ironically, only ever watched by people on benefits. Michael Gove will get to simper around conference as a minister, looking like he could be taken out with a handful of salt, the larval stage of something horrendous. Boris Johnson has managed to give the impression that if the Brexit deal isn’t to his liking, he might resign on principle. Boris and principle are incongruous terms, and the whole thing feels a bit like someone telling you they think their Alsatian has a strong sense of religious duty. Ken Clarke suggested that in normal times Johnson would have been sacked. As it is we’re just going to have to settle for him being incinerated in a thermonuclear war along with the rest of us. The Conservative party doesn’t really do principle, it’s more of a pitch by elite interests at what they think the public might buy. The thought must occur to them that even Boris is not cartoonish enough, that in these dumbed down times, where seeing tragedy on a west end stage probably means going to a Bee Gees musical, something even more basic might be required. Step forward Jacob Rees-Mogg, a composite figure drawn from the nightmares of 18th century millworkers. He looks like a Punch cartoon of the first giraffe in England, and maintains the general air of someone who has had a wank to the Book of Deuteronomy. It might be quite apposite for the present state of things to have Britain led by a man who looks like he’s slowly walking it to a graveyard. Rees-Mogg is the MP for NE Somerset (he got in on a platform of “Ooooooh, inne tall!?”) and belongs to a group of people for whom the phrase “Is the Pope Catholic?” is genuinely a matter for debate. Hats off to him for trying to bring religion into Conservatism, a movement largely based on coveting. His comments about abortion were probably fairly uncontroversial in elite Tory circles; rape and incest are the reason their family lines have made it this far. I mean if you want to live your life by the bible it’s quite clear that God didn’t want his son aborted, but you should be torturing your children to death around age thirty three. Which is why I’m increasing my air travel and water wastage. The Conservative Party represents the interests of Capital. In the Victorian period, Capital was a book by Karl Marx which explained that our way of life couldn’t continue. Today, Capital is a radio station where my daughter listens to Sean Paul songs interspersed with adverts for dog food, but in many ways the message remains the same. Tories are there to represent the interests of Capital to the electorate. The interests of Capital are completely at odds with those of the electorate, so conservatism is alive with internal contradictions. There's obviously a disconnect between avoiding inheritance tax and trashing the environment, for example. Equally, the Tories will have to combine pandering to anti-migrant hostility with the fact our economy’s fucked without them. No doubt Theresa May will find an elegant compromise. Perhaps having migrant workers spend the nights bobbing in the shallows, so they can shuffle up our beaches each morning before changing into dry work clothes that they keep buried among the dunes. The contradictions of our society are managed by having an elite class who have internalised them, often through attending public school and Oxbridge (Oxbridge is a compound term formed from the words obnoxious and privilege). What we often think of as the self belief instilled by an elite education is really a kind of class exceptionalism, a belief that privilege is earned through talent and hard work, against all of the available evidence. If you doubt this, simply ask even the most left-wing Oxbridge graduate what role they think their background played in their success. One of the problems with left-wing discourse in Britain is that it seeks to moralise to its opponents without ever considering what they really think. A corollary of having a Conservative Party dedicated to misrepresenting the world to its own electoral base is that they try not to be honest in public. So if you're trying to shame them about something like inequality, you should be aware that many of them think inequality is a good thing, that it provides strivers with both incentive and example. Moralising with such people is like giving your cancer a good telling off. So why am I moralising about them here? Well, partly because it’s raining and I have nothing better to do, but also because I think it’s important to understand the people who, very soon now, will be all that remains of humanity. Survival bunkers will be strictly for our elites. Done out like the inside of the Titanic, these heavily guarded bases will be the centre of efforts to repopulate the planet. That’s why wealthy older men have always been involved in the Miss World Pageant -they’ve been sourcing Grade A egg stock. While we’re watching irradiated skin layers tumbleweed down the road like somersaulting ghosts, they’ll be inside a hollow mountain, banging away on a mattress the size of the flight deck of the Ark Royal. The likes of Sepp Blatter and Richard Branson, bodies like wineskins, being repeatedly straddled by lobotomised beauty queens. As we mere citizens turn our lidless eyes to a charred pamphlet on how to fashion fall-out proof door seals from wet newspaper, our Overlords will be having a genetic contribution the consistency of Dairylea milked from them with a double-handed action more commonly associated with wringing out a wet flannel; Murdoch’s wrinkled comeface like a balloon you’d find in a dead pensioner’s flat. Excuse my venom but I hate it when you’re expecting an invite to something and it just doesn’t turn up.

@Howmanheyman Davey have you finished the extension? Am sure Mrs H won't mind, much, really... http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/news/north-east-news/newcastle-united-fans-original-turnstiles-13652115.amp

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