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It doesn't matter if your Usain Bolt; don't run for the bus; nothing is more guaranteed to ensure you miss it.

Not going to get involved but wouldn't it be fairer to compare like with like ie. the average age of death of any American citizen versus the average age of death of a Cuban citizen. Im assuming you went with black male in Baltimore because that's the lowest age of death average in the whole country which isn't really suprising from a cursory glance at the Wire. How about comparing the age of death of a person in Beverley Hills with the age of death of someone in one of Cuba's poorer neighbourhoods (Im aware that they are supposed to be equal and all that yada yada but surely Havana has it's poorer districts just like everyone else).

Despite the aforementioned misfortune, Im still pretty melancholic to be honest that im home. I've even been reduced to listening to the Fray for fucks sake in a somewhat reflective sombre mood. Two Danish dolls in particular; fucken absolute crackers; the type of doll that wouldn't give you the time of day back home but who don't have any pretensions about themselves because their country is full of stunners just like them. They were really down to earth and found it a hell of lot easier to talk to them than I do with dolls back here to be honest. My mate and I got talking to them anyhow, they seemed very impressed by my Irish wit and charm and were chatting away to them; they kept going away and coming back so seemed like it was game on. My mate sat making up lies to his woman; something about having a baby and trying to get custody of the baby after his divorce (honestly, what kind of wierdo uses these kind of lies to impress a woman). I impressed my woman with my knowledge of Danish history and Cophenagen which in retrospect I don't have a fucken clue about but the drunkeness seems to give me a confidence to let on I have a grasp on almost any subject. Anyhow, it got late, they said they were going to Glade Viking and asked us to come with them; of course, I insisted on finishing my beer that cost 1 Lev (44p) and said Id meet them in there (I know, I know). My mate ends up absolutely loaded, lose him, head to disco on my own; the disco is jammers and never found them again. Of course, there flight was going the next morning. If only... Also had a similar tale with two girls from South London; my doll is an absolute stunner, about 3 or 4 grades above my level anyhow but they were sitting on swinging charis with us for around an hour having the crack with us. They seemed suitably impressed and we thought we could be getting somewhere but of course we were getting progressively drunker until one of them goes "boys, you don't even remember our names do you?" Of course, we sat there with blank expressions staring at each other hoping one could jog the memory of the other until we both burst out laughing. Inevitably it was "we're just going over here boys for a minute, we'll be back..." Once again; if only... Just going to listen to some more Fray and cry myself to sleep. At least I've got loads of money in my bank account to comfort me though... no wait... it's going to be a long night. x

So should Magners pear cider be called Magners Perry? Should we get Elmyn Noos to write in one of his letters to Magners asking for a couple of crates of Magners and a few grand based on emotional duress for the confusion?

Well that incident in particular; the digger was stolen from a farm yard in Meath. They just steal the diggers from sites and then abandom them afterwards. They used to use lorries to try and pull them out but I don't think that was a wholly reliable method. Also; the incident im referring to; they did it the day before that big GAA game because it's the main ATM in the town and they knew it would be full of cash because there was 35,000 odd people from the North landing to the town who would need the machine to get access to Euros.

Happens in Ireland quite regulary actually; happened in a town near me, Clones there recently the day before the Ulster Final so all the fans were a bit fucked for cash the next day I believe.

I've never drank it thank God but im pretty sure it can't really be mixed. Drink the malt surely aand you'll be grand soon im sure.

How are you even fit to type? Are you not fucked? There's a bottle lying in my garage if you want to come over to make sure you don't like it.

Fuck, my ass was red raw the whole time I was in Sunny Beach whatever I was drinking in the place. Very similar to the aftermath of the buckfast or Guinness shit. It might have been the drink, the heat or whatever but fuck, it was sore. Or maybe I paid for some extra-curricular activites in my drunken stupor with the missing 500 involving the arse; who knows? (see the new and improved Bulgaria thread for context)

It was before my time but im reliably informed that it was indeed Guinness Shite as RR put it. They put it out for the drinker who wanted to enjoy Guinness but with a lower alcohol content. I don't believe it fared too well at all.

I've never actually tasted the proper cider that they do in places in Somerset and places like that. Does it taste much different from your bog standard Magners/Bulmers and that Strongbow piss? And what is the consensus on the pear cider anyhow? Will it end up like Guinness Light and be banished forever once people have moved on to the new flavour of the month?

Kronenberg is alright; don't mind the pear cider but is it really a cider if it's made out of pears? Or is just pear flavoured?

Just read that thread there and thought the most noteworthy thing about it was all the talk about the best cider mixed in with the vicious arguing and bitching. I thought that was hilarious. Pity it couldn't continue for the rest of the thread.

Don't talk to me Woo! I know, I know. Im usually very sensible about things like that and what your after saying was the plan. The problem was that we just went out to Sunny Beach for the day with the intention of heading home to get changed and whatnot. We weren't planning on doing anything too wild so thought I would be safe enough to take the wallet with me. One thing led to another though and them plans went awry and we didn't make it home. Murphy's Law I suppose. At least she had the decency to leave me with the poppers though I suppose. Also, anyone any ideas how they managed to empty the account without access to my pin. I don't have my pin anywhere written. The only place it is stored in is my head.

Well well well, that Sunny Beach is the maddest fucken place I've ever been at. Drank for one week solid, didnt eat for four days at one stage and have lost about a stone. Just back a few hours ago. Was fucken brilliant but it has ended on somewhat of a downer. I was absolutely loaded and lost my mate for the night (which became a bit of a theme to be honest) and my last memory is being corralled into a corner by a lady of the night with the promise of a BJ. I was in no fit state to resist and eventually coped on that my wallet had been emptied, around 200 euro in total with a couple of levs as well. Ended up having to walk home alone haraunging a couple of Russians on the way and sniffing poppers with them. They didn't have a word of English between them but poppers is a bit of a universal language I suppose. I ended up having to walk or more likely crawl home 12 km which I found by the grace of God. I decided not to let it ruin my holiday and got the card cancelled the following day. Landed home there and checked my internet banking to make sure the monies hadn't been touched which the person who cancelled my card had been assured they hadn't. I was a wie bit suspicious though and my confirmations were confirmed, another 250 euro missing. I rang them up straight away and was put through to fraud dept. I told them what happened anjd they took all the details and said that a decision would be made within the next 7/10 days whether I would be reimbursed. This happen to anyone similar? What are my chances of getting it back? Am absolutly raging at the minute.

Fair play to Donegal. I only wish I could see Brolly's face now.

Im going to be gone by Septembe anyhow and I doubt Im ever going to return truth be told. I won't be the only one either. I wonder what the governtment is going to claim when the rest of the world starts showing shoots of recovery (arguably, this has already begun in the UK) while we will still be fucked for the next few years. The collosal size and inherent ineffiencies in the public sector are masking the true unempoyment figures anyhow which are optimistically projected to reach 15% next year.

How's that karate club your setting up because your getting stalked getting on? I think you've just given up any pretense that your not some person on here's alter ego. What possible sensible advice do you actually expect people to give you on this forum about the major problem of having a sheep in your front garden? For fucks sake like? Seriously though, they may look harmless but there just as vicious as those bulls running around Pamplona so I would barracade myself in the house for the next few days until your sure the coast is clear. You don't want to get gored by a rampaging sheep, trust me.

I sure as hell hope not. He is a bit of a lunatic though so God knows!

Hoping that this one won't be deleted and that any snide remarks related to a certain event in the same country a number of years ago can be kept to a minimum. Just looking for tips for Sunny Beach in Bulgaria. Heading on Monday with a mate; supposed to be just him and the girlfriend but she blew him out recently so Im taking her place on the plane. Obviously, whatever plans he had made for the trip have gone out the window although maybe he plans on wining and dining me all week, who knows?

Summer is over for us for another year. We've had some awful luck with the draws in the qualifiers the past few years. Id say that was probably Banty's last year and that there will be a bit of a clear-out now. Derry were brilliant against us but lack consistency. I can see them beating Donegal based on how poor Donegal have been in the Championship this year but they mightn't get it as handy as they think they will.

My spider senses are tingling. Your a piss take aren't you? You know the necessary age required to open up a karate club but this is still the first place you come to looking for advice as to how to get the show on the road. At 12 O' clock on a Saturday night; you just get the notion of starting a karate club and decide to hit this forum up for some advice. Im not buying it somehow.

Racist!

Your a bit of a howler aren't you? Your the same lad that thought he was being followed aren't you? Why would you go on to a Liverpool football forum as a first step towards setting up your own karate club? Seriously; quit while your ahead because it will most likely end in tears. Im sure you would need some sort of accreditation anyhow to get the insurance etc. Surely, you need a license as well and there's probably some governing body which you would need to be a member of to be recognised which Im sure you won't be if your plan is to stay "one step ahead" of the kids. Sorry, didn't mean to piss on your chips but thought they looked a bit dry, xox

This was exactly what I was going to say.