Ken Robber

Only 28 and I've got to the point where I'm going to bed and then waking up injured Had a crick in my neck since Monday

I've started using a dating app called Hinge. Similar to tinder, but you can leave 'prompts' on your profile that anyone who views it can write a reply to. I'm always getting blanked like

Another day, another gobshite almost knocking over one of the lads with special needs I look after cause he jumped a red light on one of those lecky nonce scooters. Can't stand deliveroo cyclists either or the plant pots who came up with that idea. Do we really need these gonks flying about everywhere just so scruffs can eat maccies in bed?

My uncles wife is awful for this Has a habit of upsetting and putting people on edge at family functions purely because she's oblivious to how she comes across. Basically far too outspoken for her own good and can't take a hint when it's time to keep her mouth shut. Bring this up to her though and her excuse will always be "That's just me, I have no filter."

Went there for a job interview in the middle of February. He's not wrong, it's like Silent hill

Had to go to the Gillmoss estate in Croxteth today. Fuck me that's a rough yard, it looks like Northern Ireland during the troubles Even the dogs are wearing trackies round there

I've had an on/off struggle with depression since I was about 13. Honestly, the only thing that's worked for me when it comes to dealing with it is by lifting weights. It was a mate of mine at school who was sound enough to let me train using his home gym 4 times a week and taught me the fundamentals on how to do compound lifts and isolation work. That reason alone is why he's one of and still is one of the best friends I've ever had. It's the reason I can take myself seriously. It's the reason why I believe I'm more capable than I give myself credit for and the only thing holding me back is a fear of failure. It's the reason I started taking more pride in my appearance. The list goes on... I'm also a diagnosed dispraxic and that's also been a struggle. There are so many professions I wish I could take up but know my condition would hold me back too much. Despite this, the other week I bought my first pair of boxing gloves and did my first two padwork sessions at 4 corners in Fazakerley. I obviously don't expect to be pro, not with my co-ordination and spacial awareness being the way it is. But I'm getting on with it anyway. Not sure how to end this post, but if any of you are struggling and you've not tried committing to an exercise programme of any kind, please do.

A mate of mine sent me a video of a deliveroo fella getting treated by paramedics after getting knocked off his bike somewhere near Vauxhall the other week. I'll bet you any money you want that it was his own fault

Stone Roses - Waterfall Black Sabbath - Paranoid George Harrison - Isn't it a pity

I can only imagine the amount of shtick he's got at work. Getting done for drink scootering

They have trackers on them so the company that owns them (I think they're called Voi) send teams out in vans to collect and re-dock them. My dislike for them is mainly because I'm a support worker. Some of the fellas I look after have poor eyesight or no spacial awareness so it's a right twat trying to safely step round or over them

This makes me hope I never end up in a care home. The final boss of ITV3

Notice there's a direct correlation between people who are into crystals/chakras and people who bin bag their fellas every other week?

I'm always nearly getting took out by those gobshites on E-scooters in town. Hate to sound like a proper echo Facebook comments Sharon, but scooters are for children. May as well start playing on the swings before your tea

First time I saw this, the last 10 seconds made me choke on a cup of tea from laughing

Grown adults riding bikes on the pavement

I think that's the food and drink festival they had on this weekend. Was meant to go but ended up stuck in work

Completely different place but does anyone know where's good for a decent scran in Southport? Heading up there next weekend and trip advisors not that reliable I reckon

Knottingley is like an immersive Ken Loach play

Gonks who don't wipe down the equipment and leave plates/weights all over the place. You're in the gym, not your ma's box room

Putting those posters up next to escalators

I was at uni there so moved around a bit. First I lived in Denton Holme, then on Head Street which was near the Mcvities factory. Final gaff was just off of Botchergate

Lived in Carlisle for 3 years so that's getting my vote. It's not necessarily a shithole, but it's so dull and non descript that it's not worth talking about. The only thing it has going for it is that it's a convenient stop gap if you're on your way up to Scotland or the North East