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I'm not a prolific poster here but I really enjoy the community and respect so many of the people. Anyway, my grief story, both my mother and father have passed away in the last month. My father had parkinson's, the worst kind, which does not respond to any medication and includes dementia. He was diagnosed this month, last year and despite being told by his neurologist that it would be a very slow process he plummeted in April of this year. He was admitted to hospital because of repeated falls and fear of skull fracture. His absolute despair in hospital where he went on hunger strike, refused to take his medication, except from his children was truly heartbreaking. He spent 8 weeks, where I visited everyday, despite him blaming me for putting him there, in front of a full ward - I knew it was the disease but it still hurt so much. On release, he immediately improved and my mother cared for him, with help from me, my brother and my sisters. We cared for him through COVID in July and just after his birthday on September 24, my mother, out of the blue, got a massive stroke and passed away. He couldn't attend the ceremony even though, in typical Irish fashion we had 100s of people at the house for the wake and funeral. He survived for a couple of weeks but deteriorated and when his swallow stopped we had to call in palliative care and he passed away within hours. It's been an absolute blur over the past week or so but I am getting over it as he had zero quality of life and hated having this disease. The only thing keeping him alive was my mother and when she passed his spirit left him. I have no regrets, I was always very close to my parents, they were brilliant,I loved them and am so happy I cared for them both right to the end. Dad was a huge Liverpool fan, I took him to Anfield a couple of times and he loved it. I even got a brilliant kid from our village to sing ,"you'll never walk when his coffin was leaving the church to piss of some manc relatives. I know he would have enjoyed it. Finally, not looking for sympathy or anything just to add, try to love the ones that are important to you and tell them regularly. Sorry if any mistakes but I typed this on my phone. Peace and love to all.

My elder brother passed away last year. He was a drinker, a bad drinker, so it wasn't altogether surprising when he went. I still haven't got over it . Going to the match then stopping for one at The Henglers Circus on the way back to town and then when we got to town he had a thoroughly irrational attachment to the Punch & Judy in Skelhorne Street- I guess its from when we used to get the L3, L30 or L35 ( limited stop) back to Waterloo on the Ribble buses. Then earlier this year we lost his Mrs to brain cancer. She had been around our family all my life, she lived near my godmother in Litherland and was always was part of the family. I miss her terribly. If she was here now we would drink red wine and talk about Rory Gallagher and The Sensational Alex Harvey Band. When I play their stuff at home I light a candle. I miss my brother and her terribly

I’ve been in an out of this thread for about 4 weeks now. Pondering whether to type anything or not. It wasn’t until tonight I felt I could. Found out 4 weeks ago that my uncle, who is only 3 1/2 years older than me, had suffered a dramatic loss weight a few months ago and wasn’t in as good a nick as I/ we had all thought. He’s had a delirious episode after running a marathon , after he’d been losing weight dramatically (the mad bastard) so he went to Dr’s, got bloods and found out he was anaemic. Then he said he just felt something wasn’t right and told the Dr and he referred for scans etc. They found a large mass on his kidney, so he got sent for more scans (CT I think) to check his lungs. So 4 weeks ago he gives me the news of where he was up to to that point. While he waited for the results, which came back as nothing on the lungs. However the mass was obviously a worry still. He told me, just before the scan about the mass, and it floored me. I had a feeling from what he described as not fucking good. I had an hour long conversation walking 5 miles while we talked it over. When I got in I just couldn’t physically speak for being devastated at the potential. I know I was potentially writing him off without a proper diagnosis, but life has taught me that those descriptions don’t mean good news. This man, is more than my uncle, he’s the big brother I never had, my best mate, the best man at my wedding. I’m godfather to his daughter, as he is to mine (well if I was religious he would be, but he’s as good as) He stepped up when my Mum and Dad split when I was a small kid and looked after me, even though he was only 8 at the time. He took me under his wing and guided me the best he could, when my Grandad was a cunt to me and my younger brother (he hated us because my Dad had upset his blue eye, my Mum, and held it against us, the cunt) but my uncle always looked out for me and took me out like my Grandad should have. He’s a hero that doesn’t wear a cape (to me anyway) Found out last week it’s cancer of the kidney and it’s spread to the lymph nodes around the kidney. So it’s more complicated than he had hoped. However he doesn’t know the severity yet, so we don’t know what he is working with. I don’t think I have ever been so scared to potentially lose someone so close to me. I know it’s early days and I think it’s the not knowing part that’s hardest. The anxiety of having the conversation about this being cancer that he had (and not just a growth that would mean his kidney having something simple and easily treatable with little impact to his life) had made me physically ill (he’d text me to say it was cancer and he asked for a day to process it) All I wanted to do was give him a hug. Fortunately we I’d arranged a night of pool and a few beers with our mates and his lad who had just turned 18 a few weeks ago, last Friday. I felt I’d processed it and was able to deal with it, and when I’d finally got to see him I felt I was fine as he looked, and was in good spirits. I thought I’d processed it all (well as much as I could with the knowledge we have) but I’ve just had my head sent west by one of my mates ringing me to ask me how I am doing. And as much as I’ve told him I am ok compared to what I had been, I just feel overwhelmed that I am being asked if I am ok. I wasn’t expecting this feeling at all. I know there’s a long path ahead for him, and my goal is to help him and his family through this by being there as much as I can, and we will always carry hope that he’ll get through it. But fuck me, it’s fucking hard. Reading some of the experiences in this thread over the years has given me some comfort (and will probably give me more over time) I lost my Nan (my Mum’s Mum) to cancer, so it’s not a new experience, but I was 17 then and less wiser to the world, this fucking sucks. I always avoided this thread after stevebaby had shared his last months with us. I found it a difficult thread post in as I never felt I had the right words for anybody. As it was never a thread I felt I could get “involved” in other than share my wishes of hope via offer a measly rep to show someone I was thinking of them in a difficult time. I am grateful that it is here, because I don’t think I could have started a thread or he compelled to even share my ramblings of how this is a cunt of a disease. Sending thoughts and wishes of hope to everyone who is dealing with it, or have people close to them going through it. My Dad has just said it best “It never gets a proper bastard who deserves it”

Sorry to hear you've been through the mill. Dementia is a real bastard. My father had it. We never got on that well, but one thing we'd do together was cryptic crosswords. Sat in the conservatory, or over dinner, and we'd managed not to argue. Then one day, he lost the ability to follow that train of thought, and we had nothing. I came home feeling weird, and I couldn't really understand why. Then I realised I was grieving for the loss of someone who wasn't even deceased. Dementia took him a piece at a time, over the course of years, until the last thing to go was his body. Never really said that to anyone.

The end of dictators is always bizarre, particularly when they find their personal belongings. You'd wake up Saturday morning to pictures of soldiers rooting through his golden palace, marvelling at velvet tapestries of the cast of Dallas and bejeweled monogrammed buttplugs, as a Navy Seal sips from Putin's personal "you dont have to be mad to work here... but it helps" mug.

Thanks for sharing this, the last thing dad enjoyed was the charity shield this summer, he loved it. After that he deteriorated and though he tried, he couldn't concentrate on anything. I'm so grateful that I had such a relationship with him. Dementia is absolutely horrible.

It's heartbreaking reading that mate and the strength you've had to push through all of that is incredible. Life can be a complete cunt at times. I'm glad you're still here mate.

Oh fuck off. Only just seen this news and I had a shite tea of burnt tacos and fucking Quorn mince because we had fuck all in. Giz another night Poland lads, feeling duck and pancakes, marks and sparks tiramisu and some mulled wine for the final meal. Aldi had some 'cola' cider that I wanted to have a bash at too.

Yeah best wishes mate. Step daughters shaved her head this evening as the hair is falling off her. She's let her little lad do some of it. He then told her she looks like Paul the alien.

Horrible news mate sorry to hear this. My birds close friend started her chemo on Monday. 40, 3 lovely kids, great job lovely husband etc. It's not fair one bit.

AngryofBootle?

That squad trying to play Bielsa football. It's a fascinating thought experiment.

I love this clip.

Couldn't find a topic. Obviously we have depression and cancer thread sadly. Mrs nephew died in June from an epileptic fit terrible thing to see him in intensive care before he passed. Her brother is quite possibly the nicest man you'd meet. She heartbroken for them both. Buried his ashes today, Mrs has took it bad she's worse than him. No real cure for grief just a thread for those who are there or have been there to say stuff. I'll be there soon as my dad's not well

Bielsa and his assistant have second thoughts about taking the Everton job after going for a pint in the Brick. "Menuda banda de cabrones amargados que hay aquí. todos parecen apoyar al Real Madrid también" "He said: what a gang of bitter cunts they are in here. they all seem to support Real Madrid too"

Thanks to everyone btw, I'm overwhelmed, you're a sound bunch.

This must have been an extraordinarily difficult time, probably some hard yards ahead as well. Thoughts with you. Look after yourself as best you can.

Ah mate so sorry to hear this. You have been through the mill but sound like a great lad, as someone with a shit family I'd love to think I'd have someone like you in my corner. As others have said, you did all you could. Things will get a little easier in time. Love to you and your family.

You did all you could and was a good son. Don't dwell on things done/said during the onset of your dad's illness.

I kmow he has reinvented himself a bit but I think people forget just how bad milliband was as leader,he was pitifully weak. I remember some red wall type tory cunt on a qt type programme blamed Labour for bankrupting the country,and he practically agreed with him. It may seem a long way off now but when corbyn 1st came he genuinely reflected change.

That's TV's very own Roy Walker

Rumours are that Moshiri’s trigger finger is getting twitchy because he fancies hijacking Bournemouth’s move for Bielsa. The rumours are so strong that I’ve just noticed they’ve already been posted on the last page.

They're not gonna trigger article 5 for a couple of missiles accidentally hitting a farm in what's clearly an accident. Didn't Turkey shoot down a Mig a few years ago? Simmer down you lads.

We’ve just had an Indian takeaway. Not a bad final meal, to be fair.

I reckon it'd be like when Gus Fring poisons the cartel leaders in breaking bad, you'd just see loads of waiters and birds in bikinis running out of the kremlin carrying silverware.

There's a delivery lad who knows I work at home during the day, at least once a week he knocks and asks me to take a parcel for neighbours sometimes half the street away. I see him walk straight across the road to mine because he knows I'll be in instead of knocking anywhere else. It's cheeky as fuck and part of me wants to launch the parcel at his face but they are under loads of pressure and he's just trying to get his job done. Still takes the piss though when I've got to go and knock on peoples doors with their parcel because people are too lazy to come and get their own shit. He actually knocked a few weeks ago but I was on a work zoom so couldn't answer and the cheeky bastard peered through the window and looked right at me hahaha

That’s worth watching to the end just for the Souness reaction

It's all a bit People's Front of Judea / Judean People's Front. Focus on the Romans.

“You’re booked! Get her in the Pennine Suite, Gerry!”

It’s been done to death. Corbyn is obviously a good man and I like his politics. He’s the reason I became interested/involved at all, but the game is up. It’s a no win situation, him standing again. I’ll always respect him but he should give it up and enjoy his retirement. Yes, he was fucked over by people inside the party. Yes, it was a fucking horrific smear campaign. We all know the reasons why, but it needs putting to bed now. The left aren’t regaining control of the party machine for a long, long time. Can we not just concentrate on ending this period of Tory rule? I’ve got many reservations about Starmer but what’s the alternative right now?

On a work trip to Antwerp. Astonishing station with trains on 3 levels. My photos don’t really do it justice.

Playing Devil's advocate, but it seems like we've got a lot of supporters who are about 90, sitting on season tickets, and only sing on European nights. The tourists with camera phones are mirrored by a sea of pensioners sitting in silence. When the kids get a ticket to the shitter League Cup games the place sounds like it's bouncing. There has to be a happy medium the club could find.

They have sold the Anfield atmosphere as a reason to get these "customers" in, problem is, its the local and die hard supporters that created the anfield atmosphere and they are the ones who are being marginalised to make way for the customers. It's been diluted down so much now that the atmosphere is no longer there. It's no surprise that European nights under the lights give a better atmosphere as its harder for OOT to attend midweek.

This says it. BTW, this is a great example of how bad he was in the media. I don’t know how anybody can deny just how bad he was, how much he turned people off over this stuff. Whoever prepped him for this was utterly shit at their job. EDIT: It leads to things like this. It wasn't an unfair question, it wasn't media bias, it was him asked about what he said and he went off on one like a lunatic, then Cameron made him look like he had no credibility and no integrity.

Like the behaviour of standing MP’s in the Labour Party attacked him in 2019, and actively encouraged people to vote for anyone but him, including the Tories, during an election? This comes across as a bit hypocritical of a stance don’t you think? Me, I personally hope Corbyn steps aside and works with the community in the same way he does but without being an MP. During a a GE, I don’t think he will attack Labour and Starmer, for a) he knows it won’t help with getting the Tories out and b) he doesn’t appear to be bitter, compared to the likes of Austin (given a peerage by the Tories wasn’t he?) Berger, Chucka et al were. Labour under Starmer are just a slightly better tasting turd than the cesspit we have been forced to eat for the last 12 years. Yet, let’s not pretend, at this stage, they are anything like what the country “really”needs. And that is a party to stand up to the bigger and wider problem pandering more to the corporations than the public and shortening the gap. I am willing to accept that could change before a GE though, but I don’t have the highest levels of hope. They will get my vote, but very reluctantly. Only time will tell of course?

Sod new stuff, there are decades and decades worth of brilliant films!

Sorry for football related on GF but it's such a touching tribute.

This years pickled beatroot and pickled onions, placed on a shelf in the garage to mature. Christmas Day is the good to go for it date.

It’s fashionable now to hate Kay’s stand-up, but for a while there he was comfortably the best British one for observational stuff, especially if you grew up in the North West. My first date with my bird was a Peter Kay gig in Manchester.

Sadly a month was too optimistic he passed away last Sunday surrounded by his lovely family , he was a massive red and they played YNWA to him as he slipped away, he was only 59 no bloody age . Me and another mate went to see him on the Sunday he was receiving Palliative care at home and we told stories to him about things we got up to over the years by this time he couldn't speak. His wife has just phoned me and asked me to be a Pall bearer , I told her it would be an honour and everyone is to wear Red be it Liverpool Wales or Wrexham it doesn't matter just writing this has me welling up .

And they’re scared of mice which doesn’t help.

Roast pork, was excellent, shame pork gravy looks pale in comparison to darker meat gravy.

She is outstanding Gutted It's been cancelled The 1st season was outstanding, and whilst the 2nd lost its way the 3rd and 4th were a lot more focused

No judge. No jury. Straight to execution.

"Fortune cookie them, just crack one off son what does it say?" "Pissflaps"