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Started a similar thread ages ago but can't find it... Found out recently my grandad was on first name terms with Roger Moore. Me grandad was a railway guard and he had an 'office' basically a luggage cage and a desk. Moore used to come and sit with him because he couldn't be arsed with passengers mithering him, and they'd sit there for the whole journey talking about racing and footy and generally putting the world to rights. He also got sacked from his first job as a 16-year-old in Dunlops in Speke for 'persistent welly wanging'. Was boss my grandad. My dad fucked off when I was two and my step dad was a shithead, so my grandad was my dad and just generally fucking ace. Proper man's man but in an understated way. Stubble that could cut diamonds, old spice, and the DIY skills that could pretty much fix anything. Grandads in general a like dads without the bad bits. They have less the stress of work, realise what they've missed out on when their kids were growing up and are much more laid back and appreciative of their time with you.

My dad's dad was also a Labour councillor and from Cork. He was the first GP in Huyton and would have been MP for St Helens had he not been persuaded to stand aside by party bigwigs. Always a dutiful party man, he obliged. Years later he was very badly let down by his friend Harold Wilson. Huyton was in desperate need of a new hospital and my grandfather made it his personal mission to get one. Before he was party leader, Wilson had promised him that, were he ever in a position to deliver it, then he would have his hospital in Huyton. My grandfather secured an agreement from Lord Derby that land at Knowsley Hall could be used for the hospital, but Wilson - now Prime Minister - reneged on his earlier promise. That was pretty much the end for my distraught grandfather's involvement in politics, and he died a few years later, over a decade before I was born. My mum's dad I did at least meet a few times, though my mother was not especially close to her parents. He was not a particularly great character. A compulsive gambler, he would even steal from his children's piggy banks for betting money. He was nevertheless a clever man with a great love of plants who cultivated an impressive garden in what was otherwise a crappy house in Speke.

Think I’ve posted this before. My Grampher was a local labour councillor for decades and he and my Nan were invited to a garden party at Buckingham Palace. As a proud Cork man and a republican he initially refused to go until my Nan made him. My Nan and Grampher are in line to meet the queen, just as she’s approaching my Nan looks to her side to find my Grampher had done a runner. As she’s meeting the queen she can see my Grampher stealing cuttings from one of the queens rose bushes.

Both of my grandads were brilliant. Sadly, both died of Cancer when I was a kid. My maternal grandfather at 66 when I was 5 and my paternal grandfather at 69 when I was 11. Seems daft now but my maternal grandfather’s ambition was to take me for my first pint. He also had plans to take me on holiday, just he and I, for some proper grandfather and grandson bonding, once I started primary school and was old enough to appreciate it. My paternal grandfather was ace, too. He seldom drank, preferring a cup of tea and a biscuit. He loved Walnut Whips (in the days when there were two walnuts per sweet - one in the inside and one on top) and Cadbury Flakes. His favourite television programme was Antiques Roadshow, even though he never showed any inclination to buy or own antiques. He couldn’t stand James Bond films. His catchphrase was “James Bond - seen one, seen them all”. I wish I had a DeLorean, so I could spend a few more hours with them.

Both my biological grandads died before I was born, while my parents were still children. My grandma remarried to a great bloke who is my grandad in every way that counts. Incredible fitness, last year him and his partner cycled from Leeds to Krakow on a tandem in a month. Not sure how old he is but over 80

My grandad is probably the main reason I'm not fucked up (I don't think). My dad was a bum, used to spend our rent money on guitars and bike parts and the like then fucked off. My step dad was a bum and extremely mentally unstable, and just a twat really. My grandad though sort of showed me that parental love isn't about big gestures, it was about the little things. Coming to pick you up from school early when you're sick, coming to watch you at sports day with a bottle of lemo and some crisps (even though you never win). Some of my happiest memories are of doing some reasonably mundane things with him. Going to walk the dog at Oglet shore and it started raining, so we built a shelter out of a car bonnet from a burned out car wreck, sat under it with his radio playing to wait out the rain. Going around arcades in Wales when we were on holiday, he'd be on the fruit machines and I'd be on the games, if I ran out of coins he'd give me some more from his winnings. He was reasoned, stable, reliable - everything those men weren't. Also unlike them he was a grafter and would bike it miles to work in the rain well into his 50s. And he just had time for me, unlike the others. If I ever have a kid that's what I'll do, make sure I just give them my time.

Both died a long time ago. My maternal grandfather survived a political assassination attempt after the WWII in ex-Yu when grandma had to take one for the team. The assassin fired through the bedroom window but had wrong information about the sleeping arrangement so he hit grandma instead. Fortunately she survived, full of shot. They had two elderly spinsters living with them in the cottage and one of them, while they all panicked, on being yelled at "do something, she is bleeding", grabbed some kind of a washbowl and put it under the bed so the floor wouldn't get dirty. They lived like characters in some dark comedy.

Mum’s Dad was ace, Boy Soldier from 14, Despatch Rider in the war. Drank with Sam Wanamaker when he ran the Shakespeare Theatre in town for a few years. Him and my Nan brought me up for a few years. Lived with them until they died. Dad’s Dad was a Bank Robber. Won’t say too much more.

Grandads are boss. Agreed. Both of mine have passed on now like. My Dads dad died when I was about 6. The family used to call him (and still refer to him as) Pop. Union man , worked for the BICC Cables in Prescot for years. Big fat cigar smoker. Strict but apparently a very dry sense of humour. Season ticket holder at Anfield road, Kemlyn Road. Still got a picture of me, Pop and the boxer Brian London on holiday in Rhodes. Apparently I was punching Brian London because I heard he was a boxer. I was about 5. My mums Dad passed away a year and a half ago. The dreaded C. Lived a boss life, ex army, travelled the world all his life, owned a farm and a stationary business. Very well off. Keen golfer, absolutely loved it and spent a year as captain of West Derby golf club which was probably in his eyes the absolute pinnacle.

My Paternal Grandad died sadly a few years before I was born but I've heard a lot told to me about him over the years. A republican who fought in the war of independence. He later became a founding member of Fianna Fail where I grew up and a foreman for the County Council and would cycle everyday to work. Managed to woo and marry my nan (also sadly long departed) at 44 despite being 20 years older than her and spent 20 happy years together before his death. Apparently a lovely kind man who sadly died from a brain tumour when he was 64. My dad to this day still chokes up when talking about him. My maternal Dad was a hardy little Welshman from Pontypool, worked down the mines until he joined the air force and became a navigator in WW2. His plane was shot down flying from France to England and they crash landed killing 3 of his party. He was in hospital for 2 years after. He was also a beautiful kind soul and I fondly remember him with his arms outstretched to meet me with this beaming smile whenever he called to our house. I moved to Ireland when I was very young and sadly didn't get to see much more of him before he died.

Easier to post this. He was an Evertonian and took me to my first match at Goodison 4 - 4 against Newcastle, just didn't seem right to me. Didn't really know my Mums Dad. I know he used to drive trains.

I've been pretty lucky, my Dad's Dad was a great man who was a maths teacher & tennis coach, he helped my brother & me with out maths homework for an hour every night for a year & we both pissed our exams, he also helped us play tennis to a decent level & was an MBE for his services to the sport (although he never really wanted it). He died a couple of years back unfortunately. My other grandpa (we call him Papa) is still kicking about, he was World archery champion a couple of times in the 70s and is probably one of the funniest people in the World, when he cracks up, the whole rooms cracks up with him. I also had a great grandpa until I was a teenager, he was famous for poaching fish & used to pull 10ps out from behind your ear every 20 minutes.

We were linked to another midfielder in that mode. Finnish guy Toumi Touyoo.

My maternal grandad died when I was 9. He had epilepsy and doctors told my great nan, who outlived him, that he’d likely not live past the age of two. He had a fit in his sleep and died aged 55, leaving behind 4 kids and 5 grandkids at the time. He’s the reason I’m a red, he lived with us for a time and it was him that got me into football. He was just a typical scouser. Funny fucker who loved his family, a pint, a bet and his roll ups. Sadly my most vivid memory of him is him having a horrible fit. I would have loved to get to know him properly as an adult. Never met my real dad, so can’t even say if my paternal grandfather is alive or dead.

Would've loved to have met mine, but sadly both were gone before I was born. All their stuff was cleared out, and I couldn't even keep my maternal grandfather's titfer, as it upset my mum too much. My nan was great though, we bonded over a mutual appreciation of me. Nans know the youngest is the best.

Both my Grandads died over a decade before I was born so obviously I never had any Grandads.It was one of the things I've most regretted about my whole life and I was really jealous of kids at school who would talk about their Grandads all the time. Both my Nan's were ace to be fair but it would have been great to have had a Grandad growing up and its made me determined to be a good one when my kids have kids of their own.

David Allen Green:

Whilst the Speaker may have overstepped the mark I do find it funny that the Tories are crying foul. The fact that he has reduced the time to re-present the bill from 21 days to 3 would not be an issue if May had had the vote 5 fucking weeks ago.

Valerie was a Zutons song! Now that does wind me up, she did a shite cover and everyone thinks it's her song

Couldn't think of anywhere else to put this https://m.independent.ie/entertainment/radio/they-didnt-suit-you-are-these-the-best-wrong-answers-given-on-larry-gogans-just-a-minute-quiz-37690226.html Today RTÉ announced 2FM stalwart, Larry Gogan will be leaving the station after 40 years and will now present on RTÉ's digital station, RTÉ Gold. And in homage to the legend of Irish broadcasting and his famous Just a Minute quiz, here are just some of the best answers that have been broadcast on his show down the years Larry: Name something a blind man might use... Contestant: A Sword Larry: Name the capital of France... Contestant: F Larry :Name a bird with a long neck... Contestant: Naomi Campbell Larry: Name an occupation where you might need a torch... Contestant: A burglar Larry: Name something that flies that doesn't have an engine... Contestant: A bicycle with wings Larry: Where is the Taj Mahal? Contestant: Opposite the Dental Hospital Larry: What was Hitlers first name? Contestant: Heil Larry: Complete the saying "As happy as.. Contestant: Emmm.. Larry: Think of me... Contestant: A pig in sh*t Larry: Can you name a dangerous race? Contestant:The Arabs Larry: The name of a famous bridge.... Contestant: The Bridge Over Troubled Waters Larry: Something people might be allergic to? Contestant: Skiing Larry: What star do travellers follow? Joe Dolan

Never knew either of my Grandads both died many yrs before I was born . I've learned more about my Maternal Grandad in the last few years he was captured at Singapore and worked on the infamous Burma railway sadly he died over there and is buried on the Burmese/ Thailand border in a Cemetery called Thanbuyuzat I've seen pictures of it and it's very well looked after as you would expect but no one from the family has ever visited it . If my Nan was still here the Government would pay for her to go , would really like to pay my respects one day

I was thinking with my cock for a spell over Christmas and was shagging a single mum I really should have ran from the first time I met her for a drink. I turned up at hers one night off my face as it was cheaper than a taxi back to mine and I fancied a shag. My memory goes completely from when I was in the taxi... Waking up the next morning with a stinking hangover I could tell she was in a piss with me so started to quickly get dressed and made my excuses. It was at this point she told me I’d let myself in with her spare key, demanded a blow job and then said I wanted her to squirt over my face. Apparently she said it felt different when when I was going down on her but still nice all the same. It wasnt until after a few minutes she realised I’d passed out and was snoring on her clit.

Yep, me too, have Seven grandkids and love every minute. Much easier than being a parent. Feed them what they want then hand them back at the end of the day.

My Maternal Grandad was an alco. Never abusive to anyone or anything like that but just put drink before his 9 kids and called all his grandchildren by the only names he ever cared to remember. Apparently he started drinking when his brother had to leave Ireland and went to the US due to IRA related activities and he really missed him. He would be 91 if he was alive today. Originally from Waterford but lived and died in Dublin. My Paternal Grandad I never really knew. Originally from somewhere near South Wales, he moved back to the UK from Ireland when we in turn moved back to Ireland from the UK when I was a kid. That overlap meant we never really saw him and when my folks split up I was defo never going to see him. Apparently I get my musical love from him. Not sure what he was like as a father so can't really say much about him. My kids grandad on my wife's side is ace and would do anything for his kids. A great benchmark for me in the future.

Not for me, it isn't. It's the political equivalent of a referee sending off a player for blatant and persistent timewasting - unprecedented and not strictly speaking within the "rules", but not entirely outside of his role and remit (and footie has much stricter rules than Parliamentary convention). This Executive treats Parliament with utter contempt - literally in contempt of Parliament a few weeks ago, pulling votes at the drop of a hat before Christmas, initially wanting to use Henry VIII powers to bypass Parliament altogether before the courts told them to fuck off and so on. In the face of all that, I don't think that the Speaker putting the Executive back on the timetable that they set out is a particularly gross abuse of his powers and is in keeping with the spirit of his role of ensuring Parliament's voice, and it's particularly enjoyable to see swathes of newspapers and the population were nobly trying to ensure Parliament's sovereignty crying foul of Parliament asserting its sovereignty.

Dropping later today. #cantwait

To me, both Skwawkbox and Breitbart get away with shit that their readers would never contort to let slide by the supposed great evil of the MSM. This is the way the internet is taking us, far from democratising the dissemination of information, it's becoming a honeycomb of echo chambers from which opposing sides shout at each other, both convinced that other - more traditional - media channels don't represent them. In a way, I guess they're right. The country will sadly fall back to Centrism in the end; not because it's right, but because either side of that become characterised by dumpster fires that resort to the lowest tactics (you can include poor journalistic endeavour to check facts within this, it's a choice that's made, not a mere mistake, as we see with the tabloid press, who've been doing it for a century), and genuine supporters looking for fair and even coverage are tarred as guilty by association for sharing the links. The site you open in curiosity is now indicative of a world view, and once people tire of this need to be personified by a moral mouse click, they'll slump back into their sofas and turn on the TV, or listen to the half-truths of pub chat to base their political opinions on; I fear it'll be no less full of misinformation anyway. Maybe I woke up in a bad mood.

Deathrow records and John from Inverness all up in this shit

I love this.

Light nights are fucking great, patio doors open, nice beverage. You just feel better.

Until Keita is on form and firing I’d prefer us to play 4-2-3-1. Fabinho and Gini as the two and have more creativity going forward. Hopefully when Keita is showing the form that made us buy him we can mix it up with both formations and he’ll add a more dynamic impact playing on the left of a midfield 3.

It's a speech that needs making, but not by a leader of a party that hopes to ever win anything. If you try to "tell them the truth - you were sold a lie" half the population of the country will just hear you calling them stupid; and they will then vote against you, however damaging to themselves that may be.

I’m old enough to remember when it wasn’t this bad.

I lasted 1 min 4 seconds. The first 40 seconds of which were wondering if it was a poodle-head parody. This can be summed up in one disapproving phrase: "The 80s..." The woman's screech ended it for me. Long hair is de rigueur for metal bands and fans. Any top mettalers who avoided the uniform...? I go for Graham Bonnet. Brilliant in Rainbow, and although I thought it looked stupid because I was a little kid who thought he lacked "commitment", he clearly wins:

Obviously it's become legendary over the years and deservedly so but would it be fair to state that this is the most perfect song ever recorded? Heard it for the first time in ages today on CD and you forget how awesome it is from beginning to end.

Their fans calling Scousers bindippers Cosying up to the mancs Inviting them into an EFC pub and letting them put up anti scouse banners and sing anti scouse songs. Having no rivalry with any other club. Robbing soundbites from other clubs. The peoples club and the old lady. Constantly whining about something that happened in 1985 to justify being shit since then. Having 3 failed stadium moves Constantly talking about the past but accusing Liverpool fans of doing it. Thinking that lighting up a building winds up Liverpool. Laughing at the main stand and calling it a loft conversion but one that earns almost as money as their entire ground. Then deliberately blocking it out and wasting 100 grand. Grown men going into childish meltdowns over the colour Red. Telling the whole world that they could afford any player yet they end up with similar players after their main striker was sold. Taking manc rejects and selling their best players constantly to them. Their embarrassing stadium that is worse than most Championship grounds. Believing that you are born and not chosen. Invading pitches Treating Tony Hibbert like shit Leon Osmans boss testimonial attendance. Advertising tickets on Radio City. Fans who didn't want to protest against Bill Kenwright because it was Kopite behaviour. Announcing a stadium expecting a free one then dragging the process out for as long as possible when it became obvious they would have to pay for it

Friday night 11.30, BBC4 Reginald D Hunters Songs of the South, I love this series.

Orville Harris Fisti Up The Bum.

Nice topic. It's a score draw for me. Quadrophenia and Who's Next and Led Zep III and Physical Graffiti are my personal favourites. The Who had a great journey from 4-piece r and b, through to heavy pop, onto rock gods. Whereas LZ arrived as a fully formed heavy rock outfit. I do think LZ were the better musicians. Even Townshend said Moon was a terrible drummer, he just had a very unique style. It's like comparing Kenny and Rushie. Both amazing forwards, but different in their delivery.

Yes well, if you do insist on employing that cunt Silverlining as your Head of Strategy...

We need aRdja to fire up Football Manager, stat.

£50m for Tarko would be otter madness.

Looks like the list of names FG drew up for his kids

Studge, Ghost, Albie! what a fucking dickhead

I love the pettiness of the Arsenal clause.

But a lot of these gangsters came straight out of Cronton.

I know she's dead, but Amy Winehouse. 'Ooh I take drugs aren't I great, I won't go to rehab either.' Yeah now you're dead, well done dickhead.

Dark nights. End thread.

Like a mildly tough Keith Chegwin