Howmanheyman

I feel like the ignored woman from the fast show.

That was also my point! Your first three sentences.

Almiron is one of the people we can't sell from the Ashley regime. The stars we could sell at a profit would be Bruno, Isak or Gordon. I'd add Botman to that but that's now a wait and see as it's a bad injury which has been unnecessarily aggravated. Do I want to sell the crown jewels? Of course not.

So true.

There is cheaper options, have you seen my ship called 'dignity' yet?

Him saying we need to be better at selling is fair enough until you look at what we want to sell, what contract they're on and the chances of selling them, (especially now under PSR) being slim to none. If he wants to point the finger for that then it has to go back to the Ashley regime. Or is he saying we should've bought players in under the level of Bruno etc to let them grow before selling? The long-term aim of development is the way to go but if you can't sell the shite then you have to grow the income till the development takes shape and the shite eventually leaves through not renewing their contracts. Or we sell a diamond with a potential diamond already in place when the polished diamond is sold. Absolutely nobody wants the likes of isak to go so either they up their game on the income front or they get selling the stars.

"Ok guys, now for my next song, I think there's a point in every relationship where things sometimes start to go wrong. These feelings can lead to tensions and suspicion but it's nothing that can't be sorted. I think Elvis gets this..... Just about.....right....." 🎶 We're caught in a trap I can't walk out Because I love the salary too much, Eddie Why can't you see What you're doing to me When you don't believe a word I say? We can't go on together With suspicious minds (suspicious minds) And we can't build this long term project On suspicious minds.... 🎵

Hesoos Christos, man!

Eventually, it was our first and wasn't supposed to be so early! Luckily she's 22 now so all's well that ends well.

The one near BHS was the training ground for their staff, the fully trained ones worked at Warner bros. (That was our theory anyway).

Aye, deep pan downstairs and chiquitos upstairs. We went there when id been out all day on the piss, got home, zonked out as I'd been on night shift the night before, five minutes of shaking me from my drunken slumber to tell me her waters had broken so I was in for another day and night without sleep. (I think she had a bairn later on, I can't remember?)

It was a bit of a dart throw tbh.

I had an interview yesterday.* I'm quite happy missing out on my prospective job if it means you get yours, Rents.

I've never did a presentation and think I'd tell them to stick it if anyone asked me to, so you've done better than me. #damnedwithfaintpraise

Those were the days. #Wimbledonfans #Takethatsinger #train #selfies #2hrs #thefunliterallyneverstopped

Frankie Vaughan has never stopped being rhyming slang for porn, Alex.

Blackpool's already got his coaching gear ordered, even got him a hat to keep the wind out of his hair, errr, sorry, I mean sun out of his eyes....

They'll be gagging for a cup upset the pack of bastards.

Nice one, fish.

"After much deliberation with my partners we didn't feel Newcastle would've added much value to the rich energy brand."

Sorry, what? *Make that 'I DON'T understand' by Don Corleone.

I get the distinct impression she would've bollocked the daft cunt as well. (unfortunately/fortunately the court costs weren't too much but because he's delayed it, it's now on record for six years for creditors etc to see whereas a payment in time would have avoided that for him).

I'm not going to do that publicly as I got the impression from his partner that she was genuine, the others working there were fine but Dick Dastard, the mackem bastard, thought he would just ride it out and keep the money.

Well, here's a sorry tale. Late last year I made a small purchase in a shop of a couple of quid, didn't think anything of it but coincidentally, a month or so later the wife's card got scammed, we spotted it, got our money back quickly, card cancelled etc but as we were going through our bank account checking out for what was legit payments and what wasn't I spotted something from a shop that was £92 odd. When I checked where the shop was I remembered the small purchase and it isn't a shop where you could spend much so wasn't a scam. I went in the shop and saw what I bought and it did match up with what I'd bought but plus £90! So by this time the receipt was long gone so I went in, saw someone there who was one of the partners, showed them the part of my bank statement with the money coming out, explained what I bought, how everything matched up but plus 90, told them I realised it was probably just a mistake by whoever put it through and asked for the overpayment back. I gave them my details and asked them to look for their end of day receipts record, stock etc. No bother so far, the lass said they'd check it out and pay me if it tallied up, seemed genuine to be fair and she'd mention it to her partner. Here's where things start to go wrong. No contact for a couple weeks so I pop back in, this time the male partner is in, gives me some tale about getting on to it soon so I leave it that. Nothing happens again. I keep going back every few weeks and keep getting some bollocks about his card machine handling company not giving him access to the end of day receipts. A couple of times he was slightly cocky and I knew he was full of shit. Guess where he sounded like he was from? By this time the missus has checked him out through the power of women's Facebook stalker protocol and his timeline had loads of stuff such as mags 0-3 lads. So now I've went from being a bit pissed off with the fobbing off to full on, do I go in, turn everything over and stott his head off his till or do I go in, look down at my feet, being embarrassed knowing that I'm inherently inferior to him and fear a good kicking and apologise for pestering him? I of course decided to use common sense and tell him he has a week to get in touch with his so called receipt company problems or I'm taking him to the small claims court and basically telling him he was full of shit. He then told me to go ahead as that was the best outcome clearly thinking I wouldn't bother. Two months later a letter gets posted to me by him telling me that I'm owed money and could he have the details, please? he then spends almost a week not paying me before I get in touch again before he comes out with some bollocks about his solicitor forgetting to pay me and forgetting to sort the court details. (He obviously didn't bother his arse defending it). Anyway, I looked today and he's finally paid me back plus the small court costs. What a stewpid, thick MLF, morally sewperior bull's knacker. He can now update his facebewk account to lads 0-1 Mags. P.S. I also looked up his company and he's been fined before by the authorities for selling shit, out of date stuff etc. As Tammy Wynette almost sang, 'sometimes it's hard to be morally sewperior'. PPS. Maybe I should start a rival business up if the opposition is as thick as this mackem cunt?

I don't know why he's getting so excited? They've played no-one so far.