Park Life

Love it. The whispered commentry, the Yank bashing (subtle)...The pristine courses.

A year ago..

What's happened here is the gas attack couldn't be blamed on Assad and turned out to be 'the freedom fighters'...So a far more cruel and menacing thing had to be cooked up quick and let flourish for long enough for people to put their brains back in the fridge.

What would it be?

Remember it all goes through his ego filter. Overcompensates lile a sociopath.

What's with the hotel thing?

Let's just call it lies.

Good stuff Hatem.

I made it up.

Pardew is cracking a bit already tbh. Ashley is a different kettle of fish...

Totally agree. Their campaign must remain cohesive and respectful....In the early stages anyway.

You fucker! That was my line!

You can make bread cheaper and cheaper but what do you do when there is no bread left?

That's brilliant....Love the way he goes up notches.

'Ex-footballers know nothing about football'../Mourinho

There was clearly a strategy by the club to get as much material away from supporters as possible. It shows one thing that they aren't immune to public vilification. Good stuff.

Cutting to the chase.

There's always a point in the revolution where the leading cadre begin to hate the lumpen and slovenly hordes. It's just the nature of things and it musn't get in the way...SackPardew.com must keep with the drip drip...Over time this will become a waterfall becaue the illusion cannot be sustained with a poor squad and numpty manager....Hot dogs or no hot dogs. Sometimes you might even need to kill some of the villagers and blame it on the army.

The earlier you do them the more panicky it looks.

'In 2002, Michael Carroll won the U.K.'s National Lottery, netting a £9.7 million (U.S. $15.8 million) boost for his bank account. By 2012, however, the former garbage collector was living on public benefits, having squandered the money in myriad ways. Carroll purchased -- and then destroyed -- a mansion, threw lavish parties for friends and made a daily habit of smoking $3,000 worth of crack cocaine. He also bought pricey cars, wrecked them on the self-made "race track" circling the grounds of his mansion and then left them to rust on the property's outskirts. A fair amount of his lotto payment went to prostitutes and overstated gold jewelry, and he developed a penchant for drinking alcohol and then driving around the otherwise quiet streets of Norfolk, England. The disturbances occurred on such a predictable basis, a hotline was established so neighbors could report Carroll to the local council. Eventually, financial shortfalls forced Carroll to sell the mansion at a loss and he was later caught leaving a grocery market without paying for the sandwich and drink he grabbed off store shelves. The $17 items ended up costing him nearly $138 in court costs. "I only started to think about three things -- drugs, sex and gold," lamented Carroll after his downfall. "The dealer who introduced me to crack has more of my lotto money than I do"

Lost is more about the journey than the arriving.

Seriously...Where is he?