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Terry caught saying racist things on camera...

Religious figure of your choosing on mode of transportation of your choosing!

I'd like to think my AFOI technique isn't traumatic enough to be considered useful as a revenge tactic! If I ever go on that course when you have to do it to each other I'll let you know what it's like..

If he ever needs an anaesthetic I hope I'm on duty. Obviously I can't and wouldn't cause him and harm whatsoever but just before I put him to sleep I'll just quietly tell him who I am Sounds like the perfect candidate for an atracurium and oxygen anaesthetic. whoops, forgot to turn the vapouriser on... I can see the same pros and cons for ringing the police as you've outlined but can't really offer any idea how it would play/useful it would be. Didn't you say you had friends/family in the force? I'd ask their opinion.

Though I think there's probably less binge drinking abroad like there is in the UK, these foreign folk know how to drink properly and for enjoyment instead of just trying to get hammered. Binge drinking is actually an increasing problem in France. http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2011/jul/17/lyon-reduce-le-binge-drinking

You can take your sensible logic and ram it. Brewce wasn't wearing a badge, ergo, all residents of wearside and those connected with s*nderland AFC are cunts. It's that simple. Ok you've convinced me.

Yeah, going out at half time to have Sunday lunch with my friend was a great idea.

I sincerely doubt that Brucie didn't wear a badge because he believes racism is an important part of football that should be kept in the game. Campaigns like this should have a positive impact and should not be used to take petty swipes at each other. He's still a cunt though.

It may be a stupid rule but it's been in for years so players know what they are getting. When someone scores a winner in the last minute and they tear their shirt off in joyous celebration you can sympathise, but when they cooly reveal a t-shirt with a message, obviously premeditated, then they only have themselves to blame. Still, try telling that to Balotelli.

Me three, co-op's finest.

NHS coffee is beyond foul. Huddersfield expect you to pay for it! Glad I've left tbh.

Nothing, my twatting housemate drank my last stella.

Two epidurals, the second on an absolute fruitcake.

All that shitters is not gold

SLP, Quantum Leap, etc etc. Congratulations!

Cheers. I've not finished with the FRCA yet - the Final will have to be tackled at some point but that's a long way off. And plus, they say the Primary is harder. Yeah doing obs now.

Me? Yes.

"Is that the best goal you've ever scored?" "I dunno like, my memory's not too good.." God bless Shola.

You do sound like a bit of a twat re Amsterdam in the opening post tbf.

Cheers guys. I've never had Tramadol, but I was once smacked of my tits on two tablets of 30/500 co-codamol. I'd be a shit junkie.

I'm still in a bit of a euphoric daze. You may (or most likely may not) have noticed that I've not been on here much lately. This is because I have been revising for my exams for the Primary part of the Fellowship of the Royal College of Anaesthetists, and as such have been on near total lockdown (I've not even been going to jitsu ) Having passed the tricky written component in June, over the last few months I was preparing for the dreaded vivas and practical exam, which I had on Wednesday. I found out I passed the following day. Received written confirmation today, and I discovered that I was right on the pass mark for both components, literally one mark fewer and I'd have been making the long trip down to London again in January and forking out another five hundred quid. It's very difficult to explain just how relieved and happy I am to have passed these. Even amongst postgraduate medical exams, the anaesthetic ones are notorious for being fiendishly difficult and it takes trainees over two years on average to pass both components, and I work with a few people who are two years in and still haven't got either bit. And I've done it in fifteen months, even it was by the very skin of my teeth, a goal line scramble rather than a 30 yard screamer. But they all count.

I was 13. I remember very windy and wet holidays to Wales and Ireland (we drove through Omagh on the way home, about a week before the bomb went off), and going mental as Owen scored that wonderful goal to put England 2-1 up against the Argies at France 98. That was also the year he scored a hat-trick at SJP in the game before Gullit took over. I would have sold my gran to help fund the toon's purchase of him back then, funny to think that he eventually signed for us and turned out to be a disappointment.

Some girls I know once talked about going to Waitrose to pick up guys so you might be onto a winner there.

"No, YOU show me proof that God DOESN'T exist"