Dark Poet

Didn't know Theo Walcott was a Chelsea fan.

Didn't Shanks once give a team talk before playing United where, after giving instructions on how to handle certain member of the United team came to George Best and said something along the lines of "Best, don't worry about him, he's rubbish"? I think publicly it's "sporting" not to big up your chances and respect the opposition, but I reckon in private the manager would be saying "These are fucking shit, go out and muller the bastards".

Just watched it on iplayer. Some fit women in that audience.

I remember hearing on some Discovery type program that there are more stars in the universe than there are grains of sand on Earth.

One of the greatest stand up comedians ever and one of my all time heroes, Bill Hicks, describes himself as a dark poet.

Quality thread with quality posts. I don't think sterilisation is a solution. Someone mentioned it before but getting a licence to have kids, I feel, is a better solution. Going slightly off topic, I'd bring in restrictions on the number of children allowed per family, similar to China's one child policy because, unless we start colonising other planets in the next 100 years, which is unlikely, we humans are rapidly filling this planet up and, I believe, it won't be long before we've outstripped its capacity to support us all.

There can be only one.

Bring back National Service. Give the scrotes some discipline that they are sadly lacking. Or would the hand-wringing do-gooders find a way of fucking that up too? "No, sorry, shouting isn't allowed anymore, you'll damage the little cherubs' ears. And push-ups are out too".

Scrolling further and further down to the year I was born on those drop down boxes on t'internet.

Soon as I dropped out of education my mum had me paying rent. Hated it at the time but appreciate the lesson now.

Just finished one of the best books I've ever read. The Religion by Tim Willocks. Set in 1565 the book revolves around the plans of Suleiman the Magnificent, Emperor of the Ottomans, who'd like nothing better than to wipe the Knights of Saint John of Jerusalem from the face of the earth by attacking their stronghold on the island of Malta. With this in mind he dispatches the largest flotilla in time immemorial to accomplish this task and so the scene is set for one of the most vicious sieges the world has ever known. Whilst this is going on a noblewoman desperately wants to return to the island, to the Fortress of the Knights, to search for her lost son who she hasn't seen since the day the child was born and whose name she doesn't know, an attempt that has been in vain until she requests the help of infamous fortune-hunter, Mattias Tannhauser, to help her. Meanwhile a member of the Spanish Inquisition seeks to imprison her and will do anything in his sadistic grip to capture her. Tannhauser is a fantasticly well written character and the book goes into gory detail during the battles. I've never got so emotionally involved in a book in a long time to the point where towards the end I said to myself "I hope Tannhauser fucking murders the cunt! Very slowly and very painfully."

It was a very close run thing but, using my patented "Who's the Fitter Bird Formula", Tweedy won because she's got bigger norks.

Yes! Been looking to lose my neg cherry. Well done on being my first.

Fixed it for you. Ba-dum, tssssh.

I've just barfed all over my keyboard. Was that the reaction you were looking for?