Monkeys Fist

If they’re on his feet, in a brothel, they’ll be creepers. Like everything relating to this picture, actual style is a long way away from it.

So, remember a week or so ago when Gerrard said he wouldn’t be going to the Saudi league? Steven Gerrard: Ex-Liverpool midfielder named manager of Saudi Pro League Al-Ettifaq https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/65889461

The coastguard went to see a fisherman’s wife after he’d been missing at sea. “ We have some bad news, some good news, and some great news” ” What’s the bad news?” ” Well… we’re sorry to tell you that we pulled your husband’s body from the seabed, 2 miles offshore this morning” ” Ok, and the good news?” ” There was over 200 lobsters, and 300 crabs on his body- it’s only fair that you get the catch” ” If that’s the good news, what’s the great news?” ” We’re going to pull him up again next week”

This was designed specially with this perspective to make Verdine White’s fivehead look relatively normal. Didn’t work

Aye, but made of tracksuit. For a country that invented Haute Couture, your average French bloke dresses like they’ve just rummaged through the returns bin at sports direct. Then there’s ASM. Patent leather brothel creepers man.

It sounds a hell of a lot like a certain chap who worked with an affable crew of brickies?

What the fuck are you going to do for three weeks in Buckfuckinghamshire?

Both look like shit from the 80s tbf. What the fuck is he wearing?

Aye, the farm sits directly above Yorkshire’s only super volcano Eebagum. It erupts every few minutes,as it’s utter radge like it’s compatriots, but because it’s in the middle of the M62 it’s too fucking Baltic and windy to actually produce lava or ash. True story

Yes we will!

It’s a terrible road because it’s a terrible concept- let’s build a motorway across the most rain-sodden, windswept butthole in the country, which is also at Everest base camp altitude- people drive on it like the same way they would on a flat, Dutch motorway- hence the huge number of crashes. I fucking hate it.

Remember when Sunday mornings were for hangovers and recovery sex? Neither can I

‘Appen

Needs to eat sensibly…

Maybe a good thing.

Well, that was as optimistic and bright as I remembered it to be. Cheered me right up

Mrs. F. asked if I’d like to watch a film with her tonight. I said, “Aye, ITVx has some great movies on it, let’s have a look” I suggested Big Lebowski, for light relief. Nope, she wanted some thing meatier. Long story short, we’ve just strapped in for Requiem for a Dream. I have given her ample warnings that it’s not a feel-good movie Here we go then, Jennifer Connelly going ass-to-ass incoming.

The fucking HANDS on it!

Definitely on the uppers. Resigned from Sainsburys today, which was a Fava beans and Nice Chianti moment* Kids look like they’re decent people, and have a ridiculously healthy level of sarcasm- job done New neighbours are lovely people- the previous lot were sound, I was sceptical that the new ‘uns would measure up. Blown them away, tbh. All told, compared to a while back when I was in a very dark place, it’s all smelling of roses. Happy Days! * I’ve got better graft lined up, which, tbh, wouldn’t be hard.

Job done.

Went to the docs for my yearly check up and he found A Burger King Whopper in my left ear A Big Mac in my right ear Chicken Nuggets up my nose A KFC family bucket up my gentlemen’s entrance. A cheeky Nando’s in my Clown shoes He said “ Look, you’ve got to start eating sensibly “

It comes to us all… …ᵇˡⁱⁿᵈ ᵇᵃˢᵗᵃʳᵈ

Just a quick reminder that Jon Bon Jovi’s first recorded lead vocal was this absolute banger Never let the poodle-haired fop forget.