rb14

What we're doing in space gives me massive bonk on. Four and a half inches of red hot tungsten carbide steel. Everything about space is mind boggling and unimaginable. We send bits of metal, plastic and tin foil, a trillion billion miles, land it on a bit of shitty rock, then watch - yes watch ffs - it shit out a helicopter. A helicopter. Mars. As if. We're still in contact with three of the five probes we sent out like two hundred years ago, all of which have exited the solar system. I love this quote: "Pioneer 11 – launched in 1973, flew past Jupiter in 1974 and Saturn in 1979. The spacecraft is headed toward the constellation of Aquila, northwest of the constellation of Sagittarius. Barring an incident, Pioneer 11 will pass near one of the stars in the constellation in about 4 million years." That'll be 4 million years then. And the best of it all? God created every last bit of it. We'd have been fucked without him, I don't mind telling you.

Fixed that for you. And yes, it's a really good series.

The Mauritanian - Amazon Prime Mr rb14 and I loved this, if "loved" is the right word for a dramatisation that is disturbing and harrowing, yet comes as no surprise. 9.5/10

Well, all us suckers who do pay will strongly disagree with that proposition. The tight-fisted freeloaders that don't pay should, on this particular point, be feeling quite smug.

Negged.

Gomez and Matip? Seriously? We have absolutely NO idea how VVD will be on his return. He might be OK. He'd better be because - short of a miracle - that pair of constantly crocked clowns certainly won't. Anyway fuck that. Keita is a big bag of shite who has been stealing a wage whilst lying on a sick bed - a sick bed that has considerably more ability and value to the club in one of its rusty wheels. I have never hated one of our players as much as I hate this cunt.

Massive thanks to my new bf @Alex_K who rightly sorted out my pick.

I've been flat out for more than two days and I'm replying on a mobile phone. I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing or how and right now I'm faili g to stay awake. If you guys need to move on, move on without me because until Wednesday, I can really do nothing. Sorry.

I'm in discussion for changes and my suitor knows the details. But for the next 36 hours I'm pretty much out of the picture. I might get a quick look at the thread Tuesday evening.

Oh fuck me. Fuck me fucking senseless. How the FUCK? I won. I won the Euro something. Me. ME. Light my fucking fire. Unimaginable. My little band of plucky wooftas. Bless their jizz-hardened rainbow socks and bulging boxies. They did me loud and proud. I didn't even get to savour any of this live. I've been tied up all day instructing; the first of a three-day pre-season testing gig ending up at Oulton Tuesday. As it happens though, dinner this evening included a glass of champagne around 8pm. Coincident? I don't think so. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

How the mighty have risen from the ashes. For perhaps the first time ever (certainly in a VERY long time) I'm not bottom.

Thanks for your kind words.

Fixed.

I do hope this will be the last...

This made me smile...