So since Burnley have been back in the PL we've had a pitch invader, a fan hauled out of the crowd after he luzzed a lighter which struck a player on the head, and now someone has bricked the Villa coach.
I was SO glad when they got promoted.
I brought my own sandwich. Just cannot be arsed with the catastrophic shitshow of another WSU half-hour queue just to end up getting the square route of f*ck-all.
I'm uncomfortable with the idea of the goalkeeper chopping and changing every few games (if thats the plan). I've not seen enough of Bart yet to form an opinion, but I'd prefer RDZ to pick a keeper and stick with him - someone gets the number 1 shirt and the other has to fight for it. Isn't that...
Unfortunately there was a bloody great Caicedo-sized hole in our midfield, and god did it show. He was the perfect shield to cover in front of the back line, and there was nobody there performing that role. Easier said than done, but we need to find a replacement for him pronto.
They didn't bother me too much tbh, as the smell of them isn't as offensive. The long-term effects of smoking are well known to everyone though.
The long-term effects of vaping, are not.
I find that revolting sickly-sweet smell of vaping utterly offensive. Its vile.
As for how "harmless" it is - its not been around long enough to judge the long-term effects - yet. But I would safely assume that actively inhaling a pungent, sweetly flavoured nicotine-based chemical into your...
Well I've just stood in the pissing rain at the barriers at Portslade Station - typically they were down to let TWO trains go through. I'm now drinking heavily in the Railway watching Plucky, and it's trains CENTRAL.
Strike ? What strike ?
Still, it's f*cked everyones plans up, which is the...
When I wake up after a night on the grog, my mouth tastes like the bottom of a birdcage and is drier than Gandhi's flipflop, so the LAST thing I'd want to do is tip some lukewarm piss lager or wine from the night before into it.
I'll tell you what I do. I stumble into the bathroom, brush my...
British Open, 2003. I was fishing around for a few bets, sticking a couple of quid on a few golfers. My missus clocked some bloke called Ben Curtis, because our sons name is Curtis.
500/1. "Don't be stupid".
:facepalm:
I'm still ASTONISHED by the gaggle of hapless goons who hang around at the back of the West waiting for the away coach to pull up, so they get to glimpse the "superstars" of the opposition as they slope off into the dressing room, hanging out in the unlikely offchance of getting some piece of...
"But I’m wasting me breath on some of ya. I’m wasting me breath on some of ya.
What did I say to ya, about good players - they want to be good players all the time. Don’t you know how profound that is ? Are you’re not examining the f*cking words ?
Because you’ve had two good performances and...
The type of COCKWOMBLE who arbitrarily uses the middle one of 3 urinals. They've either got there first and you have to go and stand next to them, or you're already standing at one of the end ones and they come in stand at the middle one right next to you. I've had it BOTH ways in the toilet...
One of those guys who plays with his heart on his sleeve, and this video shows he has a big heart, that would've meant the world to that little girl, well done Jack. I have not always been his biggest fan either, but he seems to be maturing into a fine player and an even finer man.
Plus he has...