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Zuckerberg. Presiding over a mega-corporation that tries its best to avoid tax is the norm, but to then play the philanthropy card with the personal wealth accumulated from that miserliness during a time of austerity and hardship is pure cuntery. It's the faux morality of a sociopath who, I suspect, might be a Lector style cannibal who'd eat you and - whilst carving you up - explain why it's for the best. He has the cold dead eyes of a shark. I hate his clothes too. He could at least have chosen a decent outfit to wear everyday, instead of turning up looking like a fucking student. He's one step above wearing elasticated trousers outside the house. What does he do when his nan carks it? Just waltz along in his trainers and hoody to her funeral. Jobs gets a pass just because he was up against Microsoft for long enough to turn anyone into a cunt, plus I kinda like how the turtleneck made it look like he was a failed jazz musician.

Says who? I was going to replace Manson with Cassidy, and from what I can tell he's not dead yet.

He omitted an apostrophe too. Hang him.

Doesn't even rhyme.

Which poet wrote the following: "In what distant deeps or skies, Burnt the fire of thine eyes?" Warning! The following content is NOT WORK SAFE. Click the Show button to reveal. It's from Blake's The Tyger

Worst Dirty Harry line ever.

Any chance we can stick Lovren on their bus and tell him it was all a dream, Bobby Ewing style?

I always imagine Maguire speaks like Sloth from The Goonies.

Got a poetry question right on University Challenge last night that the boffins didn't know. Still basking in smugness.

Forget about Spacey, watch the original series with Ian Richardson.

What about those of us who feel like dancing? The Leo Sayers.

Same here, hope they lose 3-2. Woo-hoo, come on you lottery cunts!

Whichever team Tony Pulis is managing.

Juve only want him for spare parts for Khedira.

Merry wives run for your lives.

Gutted that no one's linking Sherwood to the job.

Yep, if you look very carefully you can see it's Robert Powell.

Lemon fizz bombs, though I could only have them about once a month as they were like sandpaper on the top of your mouth.

Just picked up a vintage deerstalker from a charity shop. Think I'll crack out the Basil Rathbone box set to celebrate.

I'll swap Fats for Clive James, ta.

I keep getting tempted to subscribe, but I'm waiting until they offer the free tea towel again.

I'm using Astro A40s, largely for the mixamp which is a godsend for altering voice and in game volume levels.

If this was an episode of Scooby Doo, Velma would've ripped his mask off and revealed Bogdan as the culprit.

I'd rather Sturridge wasn't risked, the travelling, cold and what could be a rock solid pitch he'll be kicked all over is the perfect recipe for him to fall to pieces.