Monkeys Fist

Shite. Used two of available three shortcuts - entrance, 1st shortcut to said door dept, short hop to next shortcut to Market Hall (bait cabins), thru fire exit next to the lifts, past the tills, out to the car and up to the Collection Point. Actual time in the shop was 15-20 minutes max, including time spent fucking on looking for staff to check stock/order/pay. Add on time getting a response at the collection point, and loading, 35 minutes is top bombing. Don’t be bringing your swinging bollocks to a Fist fight

Mrs. Fist this morning, ” We need a new door for the bathroom cabinet, from IKEA” *shudders. From parking at the Hell Shop, in, ordered, out, collected. 35 minutes* * only possible as I engineered a solo trip.

Aye, it’s had its time, and that time is past tbh. So, in a break from tradition, I’m going for 5-0 to us. Three og from Di Canio, two full field punts from Pav, and a brace from Bracewell

“ Keef, I’m off to the gym, you fancy coming ?” ” Fuck off Mick” ”I’ll come Mick,any fit birds there?” “ Fuck off Bill” “Fuckin’ peasants”

It’s hardly surprising he couldn’t remember our players names as he definitely spent most of his time at the SoS and their training ground, what with being a lifelong MLF and that, marra.

Seen that before but it still gets a chuckle.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/c3vl63pzpwzo

I’d always assumed his name was some mysterious reference to Rastafari and whatever, and when I found out the actual origin of it a few years ago I genuinely laughed out loud- Sid Vicious was too fucked to pronounce his real name “John Wardle” and Jah Wobble was born

Bait taken

Aye, I agree PIL had some solid muscle in the band itself, but I cannot bear Lydon, his voice is like nails on a blackboard to me. Leftism is one of favourite albums form the early 90s, but I always, without fail, skip the track on it with Lydon screeching over it. That video btw, excellent- both the choice of song and Mr. Wobble.

How do we all pronounce Lasso? Are you in the Lass-oh camp, or are you right and say Lass-ooo?

I have never liked him, or anything he’s done musically,or otherwise, since the Pistols, and even that was a wind up.

I like some of what Mr. Weller has done, musically, but I hold him entirely responsible for every single bloke who still sports the absolute tonsorial abortion that is…

I was still really a nipper, but I fucking hated the Jam because I shared a room with my older brother, who was bang in to them. He’d come in, take my AC/DC off the record player, and put the fucking Jam on Any argument resulted in a mild chinning. Our bedroom was like Brighton Beach in tbe 60s, my half was all Rock, biker jackets and Converse baseball boots, his was The fucking Jam, trousers with creases, and parkas. After hating/beating the shite of each other for our formative years, we did eventually become the very best of friends, even largely sharing musical tastes now.

Fyp

Looks nowt like her brother, David. 😉

Doug Buggerall

This isn’t just pacific to twitter. 😉

Flouncing over “words on the internet”? ( not your first flounce, see you soon ).

WTF????? Why’s Kid Rock there?

I guarantee at least one of them will buy it to film himself smashing it… entirely oblivious to the fact he’s paying Sammy Boy for the privilege.

From the further history of the Cockends… “The marriage 1578 of John Cockend to Anne Bellhat created hyphenated branch of the family who made their fortune in the manufacture of military helmets, and the polishing of said products.” Johnny Ballzac, genealogist and crypto-bro.

Nowt to do with Musk, but in a somewhat related topic to the earlier posts, I found out while I was away on this trip that the cunt who killed my brother is now in open prison, and will be eligible for likely release in a year or so. Will have done 17yrs if that’s the case, for going armed with knives and a cleaver and attacking him from behind. I’m sure 17yrs in Durham is no party, but the news brings back all the emotions from back then, with added bitterness from the reality of his absence in our lives. It brings up a conflict between what I believe prison should be- punishment and rehabilitation, and my actual, gut-punch feelings of “this cunt has no right to be getting out this soon”. No point in whining about it mind, there’s fuck-all I can do about it. As the family of the victim, we got to have a statement read out to the parole board at his hearing. He had the option of listening to it or not. We don’t have the right to know if he did or not, nor for that matter,anything at all about his behaviour/progress inside. One thing where we felt we had a smattering of agency in the whole process was requesting an exclusion zone in our locality upon his eventual release ( which they agreed on, and then some- it’s basically a three mile radius from my Mam’s house). Anyway, rights or wrongs, principles or realities, it felt like a proper kick in the bollocks, but, I’ll get over it. God help the fat cunt if me or my older brother ever see him mind

If he’s got Netflix, then they’ll automatically be his 2nd team, like the rest of the world.