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I mean, Id watch a mad dog cartoon series

He did indeed reference it, it's in chapter 7 entitled "Gobshite Stalkers "

In the last 23 years Leicester, Villa and us are the only English clubs outside of the 'big 6' to have played CL football. Thank god for that competitive balance and fairness, eh?

FYP

welcome to the Rebel Alliance

brace yourselves gentlemen, this is another epic in the making.

I met mccoist in the departure lounge at basel airport the day after our 2nd leg semi final defeat in marseille and had a couple of beers with him. could well have been that he'd been to the match himself as part of the commentary team, I can't remember now. anyway..... I was still bitterly disappointed at our exit and was in full whinge mode about it perhaps being time for robson to move to a job upstairs and let a younger nan take the reins and I think my good mate ally thought I was talking shite. just wondering, did he dedicate a chapter to this chance encounter? seem to recall him saying at the time it was one of the most scintillating football conversations he'd ever had.

It's that time of the day when most of TT stop posting while they get ready to go home after a hard day browsing on here and elsewhere. Roy Castle's 'dedication' could've been written for you and your laser focused determination to do a hard days work for your employer. I salute that absolute dedication and look forward to you posting on here in the house later on when you get bored after your tea or something and your lass starts talking shite to you.

The scene- Kitchen and Living Room of House of Gemmill in downtown Wideopen, a ceramic clatter rings out from the kitchen … Gemma- “ Oops, sorry let, I dropped your “Worlds Best 2nd or 3rd Wife… I Forget” mug that I ordered from that lad in Boldon!” Mrs. Gemma II/III- “ WHAT??? Any damage you utter clutz?” Gemma- “ Nah, just a chip, like my avulsion fracture I’ve only just recovered from” Mrs. Gemma II/III - “ A CHIP???? So you’ve … … BROKEN IT!!!”

'I see the usual five clubs and eleven of their lackeys have voted to keep a perpetual top 6, Father?'

Our goal for this season has to be to get back into the top 4/5 and make the CL next season. And then try and repeat the trick again. We're gonna have to bust into this closed shop, because it's very clear that the rules are going to be stacked against us for the foreseeable.

Says a lot about the clubs outside of the so called "Top 4 or Top 6" who seem just content to display no ambition other than just staying in the league and pocketing the money

Mrs. Gemma III "It's alright chicken legs, I've already been on CT's website and got you a new mug. Ta ra".

You understand what a fracture is, right?

The situation is so ludicrous man. Would you like the rules to change so they are fairer, but they would become fairer by removing a loophole that a majority of the league has benefited from? Yes that sounds like it would be a good thing to do. Ok let's just run that by the majority of clubs.... Yeah, they said no, so we'll need to come up with a set of rules that they like because they get to vote on them, and we won't get them through otherwise. This is a multi billion pound operation being run like a mafia round table.

So, there’s construction work going on within 20 yards of my back garden at the minute, aside from the dust and noise, one of the other pleasantries this has caused is fucking rats. Caught about 8-10 of the fucking things over the last month or so, all in the back garden. Neighbours all along the back lane are having the same trouble. Yesterday, to add to the joy, our erstwhile mutt went in to “prey sighted” mode, in our kitchen, pointing and growling like fuck at the baseboard of our kitchen units. Pulled the cooker and dishwasher out… … fuck’s sake, the bastards have moved inside with the cold weather. Down to Screwfix for more traps, filled any hole more than 1mm I could find in the house walls, then waited. 06:07 this morning, dog starts going apeshit, Mrs. F. ran in to the kitchen, heard squeaking from behind the dishwasher, and promptly had a full blown panic attack. Trouble is, at 06:07 this morning, I was parked up just north of Bristol, waiting to get in to a yard to tip. Phone goes, screaming and blubbering, panicky breathing, she’s about to run out of the house… what a fuck on man I rang my bro-in-law who lives round the corner, he went round and pulled the baseboards out, saw two of the hairy little fuckers, set the traps and calmed my gibbering Mrs. down. He reckons they’re coming up from the drain somehow. Waiting now on the council pest control to come and do their thing. Mrs. will be in full “disinfect the entire fucking house and every single item in it” mode, and I’m not back until Saturday morning. Anyone posting the UB-fucking-40 song can … As you were gents.

I’m going to the 21st birthday party of two lads who’s dads are mates of mine. One of the birthday boys was with us in Newcastle earlier this year…so there’s going to be a huge team of young shavers all flat out on the piss waiting for the middle aged to try to keep up with them in the drinking stakes. Stand by for reports of the severity of hangover and any behaviour that may incur feelings of regret ☺️😬🍺

Is that right? Well, next time I need to push you in a wheel chair at hospital because you've chipped your knobbly knee or your pace maker has decided "fuck that" and rejected itself from you body, be afraid.

Leisure and Tourism. Did a first aid course whilst repping for Thomas Cook in Bennaz. Couldn't hack the repping life so came back and got a job pushing wheelchairs in Rake Lane General. THE END.

I have*. Plus a science degree, masters and a PhD. Ive played my career hand fucking apallingly though. *It's prec;linical medical degree, not a full one, so I have never practised. meeting patients like Gemmill put me right off front facing stuff. Although, ironically, I did do two attachments in orthopaedics and gained just enough knowledge to know what a fucking fracture is.

Runs in the family… Here’s Gemmill’s mental older sister, Doctor Copro Feelya.

I still don't see how Everton refinances its loans by 11 Jan 2025. But everyone else is very clearly gonna get out of this without a single penny of interest being applied to their PSR calcs. You know this because they just voted for these very specific dates and timescales to fix it all in their favour. Some of them would have failed historical PSR tests, whilst we're selling players to meet our requirements. It stinks.

He did Leisure and Tourism iirc.

Mentally disabled is the answer you're looking for, marra.

Breadstick Junior has entered the chat.

It's hard to break something when you've been wrapped up in cotton and forced to wear mittens your whole life.

We already have it:

The Beatles would’ve been nothing without that series

So has fuck all changed and we are still being bummbed by the Red CUnts etc

Man City to Masters on the way out of the meeting.

Get some Everton fans in to shout at them.

There's been another TT faller. Out for a headtorch run at 5 this morning. Caught my foot on a rock sticking out of the path. Skinned my hands, knee, and smacked my head so a nice little egg on that too. Most annoyingly scratched fuck out of my new Garmin. Still no broken bones though, @thebrokendoll. 48 and never broken a bone.

This really sums up politics nowadays. Up is down, down is up, people are as thick as fuck.

To quote Don King, 'Slim to none..... And Slim's just left town."

Have they all got earplugs to protect their hearing from your shirts?

That would be fair, in the truest sense of the word - which is exactly why it would never be afforded to us. This whole thing is about stopping the gate crashers not enabling them. How dare Nottingham Forest and Villa (both objectively and historically bigger clubs than Spurs) show a shred of ambition - and don't get me started on those state owned bastards in the north east.

🎶 avulsion fracture Also known as osteogenesis imperfecta. 🎵

Aye, but only the 11 pages so it's not like a big deal or anything.

Ewerk‘ed

It’s just about kicking the can down the road as long as possible to delay others catching up

City Villa Newcastle Forest Clubs who voted against. (Ben Rumsby, telegraph).

or Mackems to eat them

So after my venture into high brow Latin mysticism I have returned to more familiar ground; the ex footballer’s autobiography… so I’ll open it to the floor…. how much “literary time” does the author give to his two seasons playing for a certain football club in the North East of England?

Fyp