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Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

superflyweight wrote:

I never ratified Duty's membership on the grounds that he's a w*nking w*nk.  

Do you get a veto like the UN security council then?

Only on grounds of whether or not someone is a frequent self-abuser.

Galted wrote:

Pal Joey wrote:l*l

1. Football ought to be banned in his country.
2. African sisters are doin' it for themselves.
3. Whipper snipper. You're right about the pool though.
4. The Taipan Committee.
5. Civic.

Y'all need to educate yourself about your Aussie privilege.

His country and this country too.
Also Texas but maybe not South Sudan.

Fist.

Super's not f*cking around on the World Cup thread.

He's gone full def con. Love to see it.

He's only a VAR decision away from going full SerialDave.

I think I can learn to love this new iteration of Superfly.

More of a throwback rather that a redux. Reminds me a bit of the 4 page rant about Mark Lawrenson I sent into the BBC in 2010 after he moaned his way through the Spain v Germany semi-final. The BBC declined my invitation to air my opinions on Points of View and also my suggestion that Lawrenson and I should meet in person on Football Focus to discuss my criticism of him.

superflyweight wrote:More of a throwback rather that a redux.  Reminds me a bit of the 4 page rant about Mark Lawrenson I sent into the BBC in 2010 after he moaned his way through the Spain v Germany semi-final.  The BBC declined my invitation to air my opinions on Points of View and also my suggestion that Lawrenson and I should meet in person on Football Focus to discuss my criticism of him.  

L*l out loud. Forgot about him and his whineathons, always giving the impression he was forced to be there.

Galted wrote:

superflyweight wrote:More of a throwback rather that a redux.  Reminds me a bit of the 4 page rant about Mark Lawrenson I sent into the BBC in 2010 after he moaned his way through the Spain v Germany semi-final.  The BBC declined my invitation to air my opinions on Points of View and also my suggestion that Lawrenson and I should meet in person on Football Focus to discuss my criticism of him.  

L*l out loud.  Forgot about him and his whineathons, always giving the impression he was forced to be there.

Clearly a terrible human being. I wish I'd kept a copy of the e-mail I sent to the BBC - it was a furious stream of consciousness written right after the final whistle.

Choosing between France and Argentina is like trying to choose your favourite nonce.

But I have to work with the French so rooted for the Belgrano boys this one time.

Morning, all.

rIck_dAgless wrote:Choosing between France and Argentina is like trying to choose your favourite nonce.

I think Harris is my favourite. Although I'm fond of the Lost Prophets singer as well.

See, not as easy as you think, is it, Tino?

How's it hanging, me old China plate?

rIck_dAgless wrote:See, not as easy as you think, is it, Tino?

How's it hanging, me old China plate?

Hanging on is probably the right term.

Was planning on heading to the Motherland before Xmas but having been marooned in France for 2 days, I can't be bothered now. Probably go between Xmas and NY.

How about you?

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

rIck_dAgless wrote:Choosing between France and Argentina is like trying to choose your favourite nonce.

I think Harris is my favourite. Although I'm fond of the Lost Prophets singer as well.

I never knew Richard Harris was a nonce. This is heartbreaking to hear.

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

rIck_dAgless wrote:See, not as easy as you think, is it, Tino?

How's it hanging, me old China plate?

Hanging on is probably the right term.

Was planning on heading to the Motherland before Xmas but having been marooned in France for 2 days, I can't be bothered now. Probably go between Xmas and NY.

How about you?

Pretty good cheers, though probably not getting home, just winding it down after a pretty busy year and the rents are up this end.

Were you in France for the final?

rIck_dAgless wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

rIck_dAgless wrote:See, not as easy as you think, is it, Tino?

How's it hanging, me old China plate?

Hanging on is probably the right term.

Was planning on heading to the Motherland before Xmas but having been marooned in France for 2 days, I can't be bothered now. Probably go between Xmas and NY.

How about you?

Pretty good cheers, though probably not getting home, just winding it down after a pretty busy year and the rents are up this end.

Were you in France for the final?

Not for the final but was for the England game. I did receive a fair amount of abuse once the locals worked out I was English but none of it resulted in violence which was a shame.

What they didn't realise is that most Canadians are fluent in French and so the names they were calling me were all names Mrs Windows has already used many times over. I am quite strong on French swear words.

I deal with the French quite a bit, usually, when on calls we have a couple of Bi Lingual guys who act as interpreters, my spoken French is not great at all, but I can understand a reasonable amount, certainly enough to know when I am having the p155 taken, always nice to wait till they crack on then answer back in, albeit very broken, French.

rIck_dAgless wrote: we have a couple of Bi Lingual guys

Good to see your company takes inclusivity seriously.

In other news, nice to see us turning over the sub continent in cricket, again.

rIck_dAgless wrote:I deal with the French quite a bit, usually, when on calls we have a couple of Bi Lingual guys who act as interpreters, my spoken French is not great at all, but I can understand a reasonable amount, certainly enough to know when I am having the p155 taken, always nice to wait till they crack on then answer back in, albeit very broken, French.

Was on a teams meeting with some French colleagues in a previous job with the automatic transcription thing set on. Having it set on English was a real joy.

Bonjour, Mange tout notches.

Fist

Je voudrais un glacee fromage, sil vous plait.

Sicond.

Tirdième

Votre Flôtel est arrivé, rIcHaRd!

Spoiler:

Had a long lunch this afternoon... and have a nice buzzing feeling right now.

Spotted this on the way out from the yacht club. Some beauuuutiful people there at another table.

Well that's it. I'm done for the year.

Have a Merry Christmas everyone and enjoy yourselves fist over foremast.

Pal Joey wrote:Tirdième

Votre Flôtel est arrivé, rIcHaRd!

Spoiler:

Had a long lunch this afternoon... and have a nice buzzing feeling right now.

Spotted this on the way out from the yacht club. Some beauuuutiful people there at another table.

Well that's it. I'm done for the year.

Have a Merry Christmas everyone and enjoy yourselves fist over foremast.

Lovely little spot, PJ and tucked away from the tourists hovering around the Opera House. Have a great Christmas.

That looks almost identical to the Flotel at Northwich. In fact, that whole scene could be Northwich.

Merry Christmas, Pee Jay.

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:That looks almost identical to the Flotel at Northwich. In fact, that whole scene could be Northwich.

Merry Christmas, Pee Jay.

He did say there were some beautiful people there, so I think that discounts Northwich and probably the entire North-West.

Active on here today.
This place isn't coming like a ghost town.

superflyweight wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:That looks almost identical to the Flotel at Northwich. In fact, that whole scene could be Northwich.

Merry Christmas, Pee Jay.

He did say there were some beautiful people there, so I think that discounts Northwich and probably the entire North-West.  

C*nt.

Although it does look like Galted or LiW might be Terry Hall and/or Martin Duffy.

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:That looks almost identical to the Flotel at Northwich. In fact, that whole scene could be Northwich.

Merry Christmas, Pee Jay.

It was uncanny, made me pine for the Northwich Fjords.

Though, alas, supes was correct about the beautiful people in Northwich.

rIck_dAgless wrote:

Though, alas, supes was correct about the beautiful people in Northwich.

Yep. I couldn't construct a counter argument so just reverted to type.

JuliusHMarx wrote:Active on here today.
This place isn't coming like a ghost town.

You've all posted too much, much too soon.

Galted wrote:

JuliusHMarx wrote:Active on here today.
This place isn't coming like a ghost town.

You've all posted too much, much too soon.

You're married with a cat, when you should be having fun.

Afternoon.

No.2 son discovered raspberry vodka last night. I am not sure if he'll be able to smell a raspberry without gagging for a long long time.

At least it doesn't smell so bad on the way back up.

It was a long night.

lostinwales wrote:Afternoon.

No.2 son discovered raspberry vodka last night. I am not sure if he'll be able to smell a raspberry without gagging for a long long time.

At least it doesn't smell so bad on the way back up.

It was a long night.

Bloody hell. That has to be a very rare fruit/alcohol combination where I would choose the fruit over the drink.

lostinwales wrote:Afternoon.

No.2 son discovered raspberry vodka last night. I am not sure if he'll be able to smell a raspberry without gagging for a long long time.

At least it doesn't smell so bad on the way back up.

It was a long night.

Had a similar incident with olives once. I think it was 1995. All I can really remember is Everton were playing Man Utd in the FA Cup final.

I'd met this southern lass in Liverpool a few weeks before on some girls night out and after some phone calls over the next couple of weeks, decided to get the train down to some place in Surrey to meet her. I was early so sat in some boozer watching the final. I was slightly bemused by there being a bowl full of olives rather than the usual Northern serving of fags and severed fingers so munched away on olives for a few hours.

Then got f*cking battered through the evening and spent the morning basically vomiting up olive oil. Took me at least 15 years before I could eat olives again.

She stopped answering my calls. Only had landlines back then. I realised it was over when her dad answered and told me she didn't want to talk to me anymore.

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

lostinwales wrote:Afternoon.

No.2 son discovered raspberry vodka last night. I am not sure if he'll be able to smell a raspberry without gagging for a long long time.

At least it doesn't smell so bad on the way back up.

It was a long night.

Had a similar incident with olives once. I think it was 1995. All I can really remember is Everton were playing Man Utd in the FA Cup final.

I'd met this southern lass in Liverpool a few weeks before on some girls night out and after some phone calls over the next couple of weeks, decided to get the train down to some place in Surrey to meet her. I was early so sat in some boozer watching the final. I was slightly bemused by there being a bowl full of olives rather than the usual Northern serving of fags and severed fingers so munched away on olives for a few hours.

Then got f*cking battered through the evening and spent the morning basically vomiting up olive oil. Took me at least 15 years before I could eat olives again.

She stopped answering my calls. Only had landlines back then. I realised it was over when her dad answered and told me Olive didn't want to talk to me anymore.

Fixed.

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

lostinwales wrote:Afternoon.

No.2 son discovered raspberry vodka last night. I am not sure if he'll be able to smell a raspberry without gagging for a long long time.

At least it doesn't smell so bad on the way back up.

It was a long night.

Had a similar incident with olives once. I think it was 1995. All I can really remember is Everton were playing Man Utd in the FA Cup final.

I'd met this southern lass in Liverpool a few weeks before on some girls night out and after some phone calls over the next couple of weeks, decided to get the train down to some place in Surrey to meet her. I was early so sat in some boozer watching the final. I was slightly bemused by there being a bowl full of olives rather than the usual Northern serving of fags and severed fingers so munched away on olives for a few hours.

Then got f*cking battered through the evening and spent the morning basically vomiting up olive oil. Took me at least 15 years before I could eat olives again.

She stopped answering my calls. Only had landlines back then. I realised it was over when her dad answered and told me she didn't want to talk to me anymore.

The one good thing about last night and the state he was in is that I have pictures

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

lostinwales wrote:Afternoon.

No.2 son discovered raspberry vodka last night. I am not sure if he'll be able to smell a raspberry without gagging for a long long time.

At least it doesn't smell so bad on the way back up.

It was a long night.

Had a similar incident with olives once. I think it was 1995. All I can really remember is Everton were playing Man Utd in the FA Cup final.

I'd met this southern lass in Liverpool a few weeks before on some girls night out and after some phone calls over the next couple of weeks, decided to get the train down to some place in Surrey to meet her. I was early so sat in some boozer watching the final. I was slightly bemused by there being a bowl full of olives rather than the usual Northern serving of fags and severed fingers so munched away on olives for a few hours.

Then got f*cking battered through the evening and spent the morning basically vomiting up olive oil. Took me at least 15 years before I could eat olives again.

She stopped answering my calls. Only had landlines back then. I realised it was over when her dad answered and told me she didn't want to talk to me anymore.

And I thought Galted's story about losing wood whilst on the job with a prostitute would be the most depressing story I would ever read on here.

superflyweight wrote:

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

lostinwales wrote:Afternoon.

No.2 son discovered raspberry vodka last night. I am not sure if he'll be able to smell a raspberry without gagging for a long long time.

At least it doesn't smell so bad on the way back up.

It was a long night.

Had a similar incident with olives once. I think it was 1995. All I can really remember is Everton were playing Man Utd in the FA Cup final.

I'd met this southern lass in Liverpool a few weeks before on some girls night out and after some phone calls over the next couple of weeks, decided to get the train down to some place in Surrey to meet her. I was early so sat in some boozer watching the final. I was slightly bemused by there being a bowl full of olives rather than the usual Northern serving of fags and severed fingers so munched away on olives for a few hours.

Then got f*cking battered through the evening and spent the morning basically vomiting up olive oil. Took me at least 15 years before I could eat olives again.

She stopped answering my calls. Only had landlines back then. I realised it was over when her dad answered and told me she didn't want to talk to me anymore.

And I thought Galted's story about losing wood whilst on the job with a prostitute would be the most depressing story I would ever read on here.    

I've only got olives, hand jobs on trains and pissing in sinks to fall back on.

Galted has slid off a old brass and got noshed off by a tramp. I've got a long way to go to catch up.

Feliz Fistadad

Mondo sicondo.

On the tird day of Xmas.

Galted wrote:On the tird day of Xmas.

...my true love gave to me, a michaels in a pear tree.

Couldn't ruin your present.

Morning, all. Fist.

Sicond.  

Finishing up at lunchtime today and off until the 5th.  Will be at home so don't need anyone to do the bins, but that doesn't mean it wouldn't be a nice thing for one or all of you to do.

I live in an apartment complex so don't have to take the bins out myself, but am growing increasingly frustrated at the Russian and Chinese tenants who don't grasp the concept of flatpacking boxes. I've considered visiting the offending flats but am afraid of being beaten up and so bravely suffer my fury in silence.

Suspect the Russians prefer just putting smaller boxes inside bigger boxes.

superflyweight wrote:Suspect the Russians prefer just putting smaller boxes inside bigger boxes.  

And putting their bins on other peoples property.

Galted wrote:I live in an apartment complex so don't have to take the bins out myself, but am growing increasingly frustrated at the Russian and Chinese tenants who don't grasp the concept of flatpacking boxes. I've considered visiting the offending flats but am afraid of being beaten up and so bravely suffer my fury in silence.

The most recent drama in my block of flats is that they have been forced to close down the Rubbish chutes in some of the buildings, mainly due to silly c**ts putting stupid stuff down there, and at least one time where the Fire Brigade had to come out.

You would now think that the trip to the bins was a mix of those poor African kids walking 20 miles with heavy buckets to get water, or, because the car park is slightly less well lit, a trip through the LA projects where you might be raped or sold for drugs or both.

rIck_dAgless wrote:a trip through the LA projects where you might be raped or sold for drugs or both.

Sounds like Widnes.

Mind the windows Tino. wrote:

rIck_dAgless wrote:a trip through the LA projects where you might be raped or sold for drugs or both.

Sounds like Widnes.

Yep, but with more Prius's

Galted wrote:I live in an apartment complex so don't have to take the bins out myself, but am growing increasingly frustrated at the Russian and Chinese tenants who don't grasp the concept of flatpacking boxes. I've considered visiting the offending flats but am afraid of being beaten up and so bravely suffer my fury in silence.

'Apartment complex'. F'uck off, you w'anker.