Redder Lurtz

I go home tomorrow but away camping in yorkshire the following week. I shall fill my boots sir.

I didn't even know he had a show on this channel til this week. I'll keep a note to listen out for him though, he cracks me up.

Pretty sure I had her at a house party in Hull in 1998

Also yeah Radio X has been relatively decent company although the week I choose to go camping is the same week Johnny Vaughn is on holiday which is a shame.

You do realise that the vast majority of this country have a terrible taste in music mate? Selling out a stadium tour to a few hundred thousand bucket hat wearing mouth breathers is no indication of musical talent my friend. The Damned were one of the most original, clever and distinctive bands ever to grace this planet by the way.

Camping in north Wales at the mo. Usually have Planet Rock on the radio but I've had to listen to Radio x all week due to coverage reasons. Liam Gallagher has turned out some dirge over the years but fuck me he's knocked it out of the park with that "shockwave" bullshit. Absolute fucking drivel. And he's not bitter much is he? It's a sad state of affairs that a plagiarising, limited ability chancer like that cunt can sell out a stadium tour in minutes.

Didn't Liz patent that about 10 years ago?

Too many members of this site use "gotten" including our illustrious leader. Makes me cringe every time I see it.

Benitez to Woy still trumps it.

Ingrid Engen from Norwegian womens footy team.

The boy Charlee sits on my lap and cheers me right up. He's a proper bellend but he's my bellend.

Leave my body to medical science If medical science will have me They can take my lungs and kidneys But my heart belongs to Daphne DAPHNE

Invalid response, soldier. AFTER you've carked it, not how you want to die.

Just wondered what the GF's thoughts are. I went to the funeral of one of our regular customers today. Nice old geordie fella called Ernie. Just under 70 years old and cancer got him. He was a regular of ours since day one when we took on a pub that was on its arse right up til he died so I'd known him nearly 4 years. He was buried today. I've been to a numerous funerals but this is the first burial I've been to since I was a young kid and it's really stuck with me. The bloke is quite literally in a box a few feet down, about 5 minutes' drive from my house. Can't seem to get my head round that. We took turns to throw yellow roses onto his coffin and I can't get the vision of that box, so deep in a hole, out of my head. Horrible. I always said I wanted burying but after today I think I want burning and scattering somewhere sentimental. Unlikely I'll ever have the funds to be shot into space so fire it is then I suppose. Apologies for what might appear a somewhat mawkish tone but the reality of mortality hit me quite hard today, along with that vision of Ernie's box. Currently sipping a couple of large g&t's on my patio whilst I contemplate the day's events. What say you, GF?

I was *this* close to running over Frank Worthington in my car somewhere around 2001, just outside Bibi's in Leeds. Slammed on just as he walked out in front of me. Fact.