Dr Nowt

Looks like Lionel Ritchie.

Never knew he read the round-up. Is he gold Dave, or are you giving complimentaries to the rich and famous?

Thought the same. Wallin’s promoter’s comments suggest it’s in the offing as well.

Someone on here tried to pull that shit about Keita recently…wouldn’t be thought so badly of for being mediocre if he was English. At least accusing people of xenophobia. At least. Thing is, Stewart Downing says hello.

That’s what boils my piss about the situation so much. Just how predictable it was after one season. Fair enough, we absolutely should have given him season 2, because there are a multitude of reasons someone may not settle and find their form and the oft-quoted precedents of the few who’ve turned it round. 3rd season was really self-defeating and that he’s still here doing this 4 season in is just actively mocking ourselves.

In my opinion Mo Salah is a footballer.

Not sure why people always claim I give the lad a hard time. Out of order. In other news, massive shame we only drew that one tonight, but I loved both Mo’s goals.

The dinner bully.

https://instagram.com/stories/richardsonmatt/2687306354694038882?utm_source=ig_story_item_share&utm_medium=share_sheet Colleague of my mates posted this this morning.

Anyone else watch the latest episode? “Senate, FBI, SEC, class actions, plus Sandy and Stewy … that’s the full Baskin-Robbins 31 flavours of fucked right there.”

Can I have 17 tickets to your birthday party please Mark. All seated together and will let you know while you’re eating your cake if I can still make it. Ta.

Old mate of mine had a catastrophic brain aneurysm causing a subarachnoid hemorrhage a couple of months ago. Mid-to-late forties bracket, wife and young son. Another reminder that I’m starting to veer into the age group where the chances of something horrible happening out of the blue to close mates rise. Of all the various gravely serious elements influencing likely prognosis, I’m told he got a full deck and while imminent survival itself was incredibly unlikely when it happened, even if he somehow managed to buck those odds, the likelihood of him still then passing on at the 3/6 months mark was high. Likewise the chances of any meaningful recovery weren’t ones you ever want to hear. I’ve lost a couple of close family members to the same, so know a little first-hand from my own bedside conversations with the consultant involved how disastrous these sort of bleeds often are and the grim survival/recovery prospects. I’d had brief contact with his sister a while back and been forwarded a video of him reading a message to us all from hospital, but other than that not heard too much. Yesterday, a group of us who worked in the same place in the late 90’s and hadn’t all met up for a very long time got together to raise a glass to him. Someone had arranged with his wife and sister to FaceTime him and pass him round to us all one by one. To be honest, I was fearing the worst as the phrase which kept being used by the couple who’d had more direct communication recently was ‘bittersweet’. Everyone’s just made up he’s still here and his boy gets his dad around while he’s growing up, but he’s got a long, steep road of recovery in front of him. Came to my turn, we did the obvious bits then I made some comment about him swerving the drinks because he’s a fanny and without any hesitation he was straight into just mercilessly ripping the piss and giving me shit pretty much relentlessly for 5 minutes about the fact we went out Saturday day drinking once a good 20 years ago and I got the point I didn’t know where I was and had to go home early. He obviously signed off telling me he’ll be at the next one and put me on my arse again. I half believe him. Genuinely made my year to see the fella I know and not what I’d been braced for. Fucking life-affirming, tear in the eye shit. We really do have to use it while we have it.

He’s just driven off with a baby Rottweiler sat on his lap. Literally perched looking over the steering wheel. The lad doesn’t give a solitary fuck.