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Sherlock Holmes once correctly called out Watson for inserting fruit up his back passage in some sexual perverted manner. When Watson asked how he could've possibly deduced that, Holmes of course replied, "Lemon-entry my dear Watson, lemon-entry." Just getting the coat as we speak.

Fuck off

Just the four mins stoppage time.

Who's this fucking co-commentator?

Didn't touch the ball, wasn't offside, he also was not in the way as the ball went in as Evans diverted the ball away from getting to Cisse. Goal all day.

Believe me, a goal all fucking day. Can't believe the ref had another look at it as those things just don't seem to happen to us but no way did Cisse hit it. It was an own goal and anyone like Mackem penboy or Welsh fuckwit both with vested interests can go and fuck right off. I've no idea who the commentators are but they should feel sheepish as fuck too.

Aye watched that afterwards, recorded it so could skip through SKY's long ad breaks. Blackadder was superb at the time. (apart from the first one which was average at best.)

".......and for ten bonus points, which Knacka on Toontastic got my fucking name wrong?"

A Christmas Carol. The one with George C Scott and Edward Woodward. Watched it on Christmas Eve night whilst waiting for the Pussy Cats to fall asleep so I could get their stuff out. It's still a great story/film and very good acting. (I still get lumps in the throat and the odd speck of dust in the eye watching it, ahem.)

Merry Christmas all, about to go to in-Laws for din-dins.

It's Christmas in other countries too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFJnLRJmiJQ Merry Christmas! (as advertised on Channel 9.)

Always seems to happen around Christmas. When you were a teenager and were maybe wandering about round Christmas/New Year you knew that there was always a chance someone could start something but the idea of carrying knives etc just wouldn't have even entered my mind nor those I knocked around with some of whom 'weren't angels'. Also thinking of Idioteque and his recent loss. I hope it goes as well as it can.

Think you're quite wrong but wrong time, thread etc. Merry Christmas to all.

Everywhere does. Thank CT's hero for nobody willing/able to do anything about it.

Was a Butchers in the in-shops in Wallsend. Hardly fancy, like. (I had to nip out and get some fresh fruit and Veg from Tom Owens.)

https://sites.google...gs/home/1982-83 I stand corrected.

Was on a sat night, I'm positive as I can't remember kipping at my Granny's on a sunday afternoon. You're spot on, Gene, just checked it out. Must've watched the next day then, was at my granny's anyway, I remember that much.

(CT's kitchen worktop, pictured today) We all had a sausage sarnie for our dinners after I bought some bangers from a Butcher while I was out and about this morning. Roasted them in the oven and I just had mine with a bit of English mustard. Was a nice change.

MF's dream job

I hate, nay, detest the working hours I do. Job itself can be shit, sometimes not bad, usually boring but I can't just flit off as it's a decent payer and my Wife can't work. I'd love to do something different and work days mon-fri.

Whilst Gene was drinking in York avoiding Leeds fans I was about 9/10 and stopped at my Granny's house staying up to watch MOtD as there was no 1st Division games and we were the main game. 5-1 and it was superb telly! Did get to Millmoor about ten years later but that was a different story which involved car crashes, 'uncle albert style miracle recoveries', forged tickets, avoiding psychopath gangs roaming the streets, (ours as well as theirs), getting kicked off those nice Police horses and then eventually getting back to an engagement party in the Bottom club in Byker. There'd been reports of our multi-car crash near Ferrybridge and a passer-by had recognised some of us. 'We heard you injured/in hospital/it's worse than that he's dead, Jim!' but despite their obvious concern for us the party goers carried on as 'that's what they would've wanted'.

FWIW J69 and Stevie both are an asset to here, although Stevie makes me laugh the most. London boss: "Doug, meet Steven, he's come down from our Newcastle branch to help us with our recruiting problems. Steven, this is Doug, he's in charge of our Tottenham branch." Stevie: "Tottenham, eh? mind we played you one year after you won the UEFA Cup, team of so-called stars like Hoddle and Waddle and you only had 23K, fucking wank that, like. Year before we were averaging just under 30K in THE 2ND DIVISION which was the third biggest in the country." Doug: "Err, I was only three then, Steven." Stevie: "Were your Fatha and uncles all three as well, like?" Doug: "Err, well, any way, Steven, how can you help us? We hear you have great insight and insider knowledge?" Stevie: "Well straight away I'll tell you now, them shoulders, there's NEE way you'll do owt with them, mind. Last time I saw shoulders like that they were sitting under the Tyne Bridge girders and shitting on the pavement underneath."

:lol: That's all.

I liked this post, Stevie, to be fair.