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I’m at a funeral here, bevy is in a social club 2 mins away from ours. Everyone is chatting shite. Telling stories. Ale is ridiculously cheap and they’ve just played the third Neil Young song.
Top send off this.
Scouse as fuck.
How it should be.
First time I ever saw him hit that bag as a kid I don’t think I stopped laughing for about 5 minutes.
Absolute genius.😂😂😂
Shove the fireworks up your arse, they’re shite.
The fire has almost been the most important part of Bommy night.
Salute.🍷
This is the very top end of the game, Champions League, and these players are obviously unbelievable at footy, no doubt, but if this Tsimikas was playing for the Dock and he’d served that shite up, you wouldn’t be seeing him for the second half.
Surely it’s getting tiresome now when Carrick does that shite apology applaud to the crowd when they get bummed again.
Deserves some of his own boos now, defo!
Sometimes I feel guilty when I get home at midday and watch a film in bed while my bird’s in work, but then I remember her laughing at that waiter’s joke when we were on holiday in Corfu 5 years ago and I think “fuck her” and open another Toblerone.
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On this day in 1990, a Knightmare dungeoneer called Simon sidestepped into history.
One of the best to come out of that early 90’s period.🙌🏼
That velour tracky on the right. We knew it as the moon tracky. Big on the early 90s. They came after the terminator trackies.
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Madly frustrating game. Arsenal defended well, but that was criminal the way we started.
We’re not in bad nick though and if Macallister scores that header just before half time it’s a different game.
On to the next one.
It’s a great goal by Rodgers, but that defending by United is criminal.
The Butcher is absolutely shite.
“It’s all about balance, life, isn’t it?”
You know which philosopher said that??? Me, in someone else’s kitchen at about 4:45am this morning.
I’m just here cooking the evening meal, eating tomatoes in Parmesan and drinking red wine, listening to Pavarotti.
Fridays don’t get much better.
A salute.🍷
Doing the bins round Green Lane here and all the residents are out, with an array of shite, all eagerly awaiting a communal skip to get dropped off at the top of Portelet Road.
The atmosphere is electric.
More news as we get it.
