torahboy

And how do you think that makes me feel? Dickhead.

Again, fuck off!

Fuck off, you pompous twat.

The CRS are the most aggressive and cowardly fuckers that civil order forces have seen since the SPG. I hope Paris burns tonight.

Born that way. I'm just asking why people accept it? Of course, we have a nation that contains a lot of callous, self important and thick cunts. Maybe that's an answer.

What is this problem the Tories have with just ditching the fat twat? They're saying it would be difficult to select an alternative. That's some comment on their current crop of MPs: finding somebody who is an acceptable replacement for the huge mound of excrement that squats in Downing Street is beyond them? That's the whole problem with an idiot being a leader - he appoints people with less intellect than himself to do his bidding, which turns their gratitude to blind loyalty ensuring no challenge will arise from their ranks. The only critics, thus far, are from the more 'liberal' back benchers, who can be dismissed by both Johnson and the media as disaffected, Cameron type remainers. Such people can also be presented to the public as being lesser intellects - 'too fucking dumb to get into THIS cabinet?' - and their discontent as mere griping. Perhaps such cunning and politicking doesn't substantiate my defining Johnson as an idiot. Yet only an idiot could endanger an eighty seat majority by such callous disregard for people's personal tragedies and hardships while breaking the the very laws he designed to control those very tragedies and hardships. Fucking idiot!

A few draws and a corrupt VAR official for the game City had handed to them at Goodison stopped us from being Champions. Fuck it! We'll have to settle with being Champions of Europe.

Evertonians lower the collective intellect of our city, undermine its reputation for good humour and conviviality, corrupt our culture with their racism and endanger fellow citizens' health with their unhygienic, malodorous, violent presence. It is an anthropological conundrum how one gene pool can create such mundane outcomes while simultaneously forming the gifted and exceptional identity that is a Liverpudlian. Evertonians are just thick, shit smelling cunts.

Don't know if this has been posted. Looks like the cameraman had a fall. https://twitter.com/search?q=%40frankie_efc&src=typed_query

When they last avoided relegation in '98 I think it was a Kenwright inspired headline in the Echo that screamed 'NEVER AGAIN!'. I reckon next year it will happen ....AGAIN! They are truly fucking awful and can only get worse as players leave and their transfer options are limited by penalties for their own sportswashing. Tonight is merely a stay of execution.

Well, it's a guaranteed six points for us next season.

Tiny bits of that affair reminded me of football.

And the scorer does the sign of the cross. Nice.

Lovely touch from Seamus.

They may well have been. They've revived this odious ode, which made no sense in the 60s and makes even less sense today. 'Whe you hear the copper shout 'Hey put that candle out' , we are the Goodison Gang'. Fucking hell!

That's good - but it's not right.

The unadorned, naked fried to perfection chip needs not condiment, sauce nor relish for its starchy, crisped flesh to be enjoyed by the meat and potatoes advocate. Now finish your Sarson's and step outside!

I think it was The Saddle. Hopefully I'll catch up with you when you're home, John. Take it easy.

One of the many mad things that Jack got up to. I wonder if he's still in Thailand. Someone said that Heaton did the same in The Casa and a couple of other pubs in town. I was in there a couple of weeks ago on a crawl around the Belvedere , The Cracke, The Grapes et al. Became very unsteady on my feet. I put it down to age.

I've actually calmed down about it in my senior years. In a club in Sweeting Street - The Metro - years ago, one of our company thought it would be fun to splash the stuff on me while he was flavouring his chicken in a basket. My reaction wasn't good and I smacked him. Not good for the friendship but he knew of my aversion to the stuff and he was being a cunt. I spent most of the evening in the toilet trying rid myself of the stink. As I say, it's a minority dislike but a lifelong one and it is difficult for people to understand - but, fuck it, that's how it is.

Vinegar. Can't be in the same room with anyone using it, either to cook with or to splash on their meal. The stink of it around Anfield on match day, with the chippies and street vendors feeding the starving masses, is nauseating. Pubs serving meals are no go areas: The Railway on Tithebarn Street and The Post Office in School Lane have had me leaving a pint on more than one occasion. . I even step away from anybody munching on salt and vinegar crisps. I know that I am in a very small minority but, for me, vinegar is truly the devil's piss.

I wouldn't question City about these results - the drugs obviously work - but I would ask about the commitment and mind set of their opponents. I despise City and the corrupt methods by which they have elevated themselves in English football but I have a deeper reservoir of hate for those who don't at least try against them on the pitch. It ain't over yet but I'm not expecting much from West Ham or Villa either. Yet it has been a stupendous season from our lads and their belief should make us all maintain hope for the last two league games. Come on, Moysie! Get in there, Steven! - and other similarly obstinate but desperation fed slogans.

A cousin of mine used to say that if a Scotsman hadn't fucked a pig we'd never have had Geordies. I think we'll end May boiling the piss of more than just a few Tyne twats.

You know exactly what you're gettimng off an Italian manager: lloads of bodies thrown about in front of the goal and a hope that we make a mistake. Spurs, for all the media insistence that they are a team on the up, are basically shite and we should be blowing them away. We were woeful with the final ball all day, Arnold being particularly fucking awful and when we did manage an attempt on goal one of the legion of the dead blocked it. Fuck it! Bad day!

This is from an an artcle about Timothy Winter. No mention of him having a wank. "In my teens I was sent off by my parents to a cottage in Corsica on an exchange with a very vigorous French Jewish family with four daughters," Winter recalls. "They turned out to be enthusiastic nudists. "I remember being on the beach and seeing conjured up before my adolescent eyes every 15-year-old boy's most fervent fantasy. There was a moment when I saw peach juice running off the chin of one of these bathing beauties and I had a moment of realisation: the world is not just the consequence of material forces. Beauty is not something that can be explained away just as an aspect of brain function." It had quite an effect on him: "That was the first time I became remotely interested in anything beyond the material world. It was an unpromising beginning, you might say. "In a Christian context, sexuality is traditionally seen as a consequence of the Fall, but for Muslims, it is an anticipation of paradise. So I can say, I think, that I was validly converted to Islam by a teenage French Jewish nudist."