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Okay, i know we have those two wavers and it looks like the skyline one is a goer collections shortly, but when you look at the banners we have of Shanks, we have nothing of Bob Pisley really, imagine getting one done of him like this Jock Stein One, his fuckin boss grin, suit on and the 3 European cups in the pic, look at the detail these put into this, i reckon that should be a main objectve from all the liverpool sites if it is too expensive, sorry for starting another banner thread but i really think we need to do this, we have the memorial for Bob this year also, we have had the Paisley family in The Sandon the other month saying how proud they was that we thought of him so highly, so LETS GET THIS DONE Its been proved this can be done by the effort for that massive surfer banner with the mad Liverbird on, so we can do it, what do you reckon then.

Must be some of the most incompassionate, jobsworth cunts in the history of the entire planet. In my experience, they have not one ounce of sentiment in their entire bodies. I forgot my railcard today and couldn't get home in time to pick it up, so decided to take a chance. I got as far as Wolverhampton without being checked and thought I was home and dry. Moment I get on the next train, this off the reservation cocksucker, horrible fat cunt (like fucking putrid and massive) is like "tickets, railcards and passes". Fuck. Anyway, he asks for my railcard, and I'm say: "I'll be really honest with you, man. I had to change everything from one bag to this one as I'm testing it for work. My railcard was in that one. I do have one and if you can give me a bill or something on the condition of producing my railcard then fair enough. My mistake." He takes the ticket off me, the only sound coming from massive gob is the heavy breathing and starts punching numbers into his little keypad. His next words are "£25.45" I'll like come on man, cut me a break, I have a railcard, I just don't have it with me, I explained to you." He's all like, "you don't have a railcard with you, so your ticket doesn't exist." The arrogant fucking cunt. I tried to be polite and he was just obnoxious, the mealy mouthed fuck. That's my experience with practically every train conductor I've ever encountered. They're like mobile traffic wardens. You just can't talk to these people. How the fuck do they sleep at night. I should have argued more, but really didn't have the energy after a long-ass week, so I just said, "not exactly brimming with human compassion you people, are you?" and handed over my card. He just shrugged and gave me the thing to sign. It's little wonder that so many acts of violence and abuse occur against these jobsworth fuckers. They're just so fucking twattable. Cunts.

They are lethal. I am always writing in the wrong one. Thankfully it hasn't produced anything really embarrassing, but someone must have done it. Any here made a howler? Told your dad you want to come on his tits?