Edward.

The only place I've been is Howth, which was really nice, but JohnnyH lives there, and he'll take a shit whenever and where ever he wants, so you may have to take this into consideration.

Cheers I enjoyed that.

Thanks you have a lovely image of us. As I swig my can of lager, anyway I was born in Widnes.

The boat is shopped too. If you even saw it.

It is a relatively cheap cut and you do need to cook it slowly. I'd start by heating the oven to Gas 7, and pre-heat your roasting tray in it too. Season the beef, then pop it into the hot tray and stick it in the oven, and immediately drop to gas 4. generally it's 20 minutes to the pound plus 2o minutes for medium.

Filthy looking too.

Somebody on the radio said the other day that Toshack had been approached, probably crap.

I watched the second one the other night and really enjoyed it, hated the first one.

Sunday Morning coming down is how I feel right now. Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, So I had one more for dessert. Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt. Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. I'd smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking. But I lit my first and watched a small kid Playing with a can that he was kicking. Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken. And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost Somewhere, somehow along the way. On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down. In the park I saw a daddy With a laughing little girl that he was swinging. And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singing. Then I headed down the street, And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing, And it echoed through the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. On a Sunday morning sidewalk, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned. 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down. Actually I feel pretty much like that every morning.

Spliff, can of beer, music, I'll iron all day long.

I'd have to agree on the guitar one but I didn't even realise you're trying to lose weight. I'd love to play any musical instrument. But I can't be arsed.

You're not Heather McCartney by any chance.

My brother looks like a cross between Finnan and Carragher. I think.

Not everyone on here is a Scouser.

Johnny you should know better.

That's brilliant, I'm going to do that when I get home.

Not the best, better than doing any work though.

You're as hot as fuck anyway.:drool:

Sound dead hot?

She doesn't mind being raped but she said going easy on the killing bit.

I'd also let Carol join in.

I would consider letting Salma join me and Monica for a tricky Trio.

My VW'll come in handy.

Yeah leaves a horrible taste in your mouth.

Has to be Monica Belucci surely. I can't post pics for some reason.