Monkeys Fist

I’m almost 100% sure that Fox spent a week at The Calvert Trust centre when I worked there in 1987-88. We were told this kid ( about 10/11yrs old), was the son of James Fox, and it was a Christian group of some sort that were there with a bunch of disabled kids. Anyway, I caught him being a proper cunt to a couple of kids with Downs, doing the “Trump disabled reporter”thing, and so made his life miserable for the time he was there, “accidentally” tipping his canoe on the lake and making him carry extra gear etc. Little fucking rat went crying to his group leader, so I explained what he’d been doing. Cunt then, cunt now.

Humble brag.

Meanwhile, Pheeleep was down the road at the Greengrocers, chatting about the per/kg wholesale prices of cauliflower and parsnips. Probably.

Something for the kids… Something for the mams… something for the dads…

So he trained the gee-gees as well as pioneering electronic instruments and noncing? What a bloke!

For a midget, the wee fucker has very long fingers.

I remember going to see it in 1977 with my Dad and brother- it was far and away the most amazing thing I’d seen at the cinema. The opening theme music, the scrolling text, then the huge Imperial Star Cruiser ominously appearing. Darth Vader, the cool as fuck looking stormtroopers, fucking lasers everywhere, mad robots… it was extraordinary! Bear in mind, until then, family films were either Disney cartoons once in a blue moon, films about a fucking VW Beetle with “personality”, or James Bond* ( which, at this point, was Roger Moore). It blew me away- didn’t have a fucking clue what the story was meant to be, didn’t care.

Rogue One would like a word. Best of the recent crop by a country mile. Solo being in second place. The rest aren’t too bad either, unless you’re some fanboy who pisses the bed over the wrong colour light sabre or whatever

Mrs. F. was laughing her tits off over this- she’s well known at Gentoo as an absolute piece of shite. Mrs. F. “ Couldn’t happen to nicer person, the thick bitch”

I hope you’re keeping yourself hydrated - it’s a long haul.

Guaranteed he’s sitting in his garden Office, where he keeps his stash, and the huffy bed.

He’s got himself all worked up watching all the C&As in the Athletics.

They all look like they’re wearing face masks of themselves.

Second best, tbh.

Golf is firmly in the “ Hobby, not a sport” camp for me, along with snooker, darts and cricket.

How’s Leazesmag these days? Has having the club owned by Muslamics sent him over the edge?

Pickford looking good in nets there. Also, aye- Dancing Queen on a loop for the first half, Donna Summer ; I Feel Love for the second when everyone’s a bit fucked.

Fucking hell! What a beaut! If he’d done that with one of today’s balls he’d have probably knocked over the Rocket in Dunston. Against the unwashed too! “ I have lived on it ever since. In truth everywhere I have gone people ask me about it. It's probably got me 40,000 pints of beer! Even when I sit on my own at times I look back and reflect on it. In my day it was the biggest game out there for Newcastle." RIP

I was a trampolinist at school- regularly made it to the nationals but was never going to win as I was unlucky enough to be doing it at the same time as Richard Cobbing. Fucker was on another level He went in to Freestyle skiing and competed at the 94 Winter Olympics in the big air or whatever it’s called. At least half the reason I kept at it was the high quality perving on offer

Hugh do you think you are?

Typical Rabid Left response. THINK OF THE CHILDREN MAN… THE CHILDREN!

It must’ve been rough going bald at such a young age?