YorkshireRed

Certainly not the only reason I stopped going, but definitely one of them. It’s not the fucking cinema.

It’s the tea lady at the Training Centre I’m fuming with. That switch to PG Tips has fucked us. She can go in the summer.

Yes, e/w on him and Fleetwood. Not bad for me. My backing of golfers, usually consigns them to a free weekend.

A good team performance. Kaide Gordon was good. Danns looks like his time with the first team has done him good in terms of confidence, touch, speed of thought. Both scored great goals. United didn’t offer much going forward but I like the look of Amara Nallo. Looks very assured.

If the glove fits…

Were these ex classmates old ladies?

I’m all aboard the Mcllroy train, but won’t actually back him, so as not to jinx him. Might do a couple of e/w bets but I’m not sure who yet, maybe Fleetwood and Aberg. Fitzpatrick comes across really well on Full Swing, as does Ricky Fowler, so I’ll be hoping they do well also. I blinking love the Masters.

Did you go to Eton with Willard?

How long are his arms?

They’re long gone. The current inhabitants are a single parent, who seems nice to me but apparently is barred from every pub in the vicinity. She gets a bit violent when drunk. Her son seems a bit of a loner. Spends most of the time, when the weather allows, in the garden smoking strong weed, and watching YouTube videos on his phone. They’re ok really. I avoid contact at all costs anyway. Just between you and me, I preferred the lesbians.

After a few false starts, I ditched it in May last year. Haven’t regretted it for a second. It was bad for my health. You get a far better class of deviant on here.

There’s a group of us who I met at school forty years ago. A few from my year, a couple more in the year above, and a couple more in the year above that. They remain my closest friends to this day. Weirdly, I’m not in touch with anyone I went to University with and very few I’ve worked with down the years. It’s rare that a week goes by without at least a few of us meeting for a few jars and we have more formal ‘outings’ every couple of months. The school we all went to is about 15mins walk from my house, and the pubs we mostly frequent a similar distance. As a result we will always see other people we went to school with when we’re on the booze. I suppose I have a sort of school reunion most weeks. These I’m fine with. Call them a school reunion though and the panic sets in. No idea why, school was fine for me. I wasn’t bullied, I was clever ish, an unmentionable genius, and I was more popular with girls than I realised at the time (as in, at least a few weren’t physically repulsed). I still wouldn’t go to another formally arranged one though. Fuck that.

People who refer to their workplace as being “like a family”. These people are sometimes so brainwashed that they maintain this stance when their ‘family’ are getting made redundant despite shareholder payouts, and executive pay rises. They even believe it when they get passed over for a promotion because their face clearly doesn’t fit. And they absolutely know it when they’re asked to work longer for less, or do more with less. I suppose some (not all) family businesses might be “like a family” but most teams and/or businesses are not. Similarities such as; bickering, back biting, long held resentments, unhealthy competition, outright disdain for each other, and racing to the kitchen for leftover sandwiches are not enough to declare “we are family”.

Don’t be fooled. He’s going to fuck you up.

I went to one a few years back, organised on FB. Only way I could bring myself to attend was by getting wasted on drink and drugs beforehand. I may have had a good time, it might have been dreadful. No good can come of them.

I apply both but only lightly. A good egg doesn’t need too much seasoning but I guess that’s down to personal taste.

I used to enjoy this one as a match goer in the mid to late 1980’s. Being in the Scoreboard End was an experience and a half. A lot of regrettable behaviour but it was frightening, exhilarating, passionate, and often nasty. We rarely won, although we were the better team. Later on it was one of the least enjoyable places to go. Everything became ‘less’. We sometimes won, although they were the better team. I alway think back to a defeat there on New Years Day in 1989 (could have been 1990). The Fergie Fledglings took it away from us and we lost 3-1. My mates got kicked out and were invited to go “cut up some Scouse” by a bloke with a machete up his sleeve, who’d mistaken them for United fans. They politely declined. Nothing is guaranteed against them, especially not there. We need to be at it, on it, and with it. Right from the off, and until the final whistle. Eight more games. I think we will need to win all of them. Smash ‘em Reds.

That knife looks like it could do some damage. There was a chap, round our way a few decades back, who’d have enjoyed a spot of murdering with that on a quiet evening where the television options were limited. Glad to see you’re using it for more socially acceptable activities.

Gordon the Gopher was a right cunt.

Regularly walk past this whilst out with the dog.

Looks nice but I’m puzzled by the positioning of that tomato. Seems wrong somehow. I think I’d be happier to see it south of the sausages, or in the bin, or in prison.

I had a pain free day the other week. I made the mistake of saying that out loud to the wife. Since then I’ve had problems with my knee, ankle, foot and face. My ears have also become blocked. I don’t think she’s responsible but I wouldn’t put it past her.

He doesn’t even have girth.

Just announced her divorce. I’m suddenly feeling in need of a nurse.

See the latest photo on the Jenna Coleman thread to evidence this. One is top drawer, the other was hoping for a draw last night.