Howmanheyman

They're not going to be a top flight club for a veeeeerrrrrrryyyyyy loooooooonnnnnnnnnngggg tiiiiiiimmmmmme. Shame.

"Cabbage did you say?"

I was just saying the other day, 'I could fancy some pork & egg nuggets, mind.'

I just can't get my head how armed civilians can wonder around shouting and balling and it's perfectly fine yet fucking Leroy walks down the wrong street and he's in danger of being killed by the police. Fucking weird country.

@Christmas Tree a trailblazer on here when he went all Mumsnet it seems?

Had to double check this isn't a parody what with the country trying not to die and all that. Vera Lynn sing-a-long anyone?

There's a lot of people to feel sorry for at the minute but Bruce doesn't really fall into that category as I'm sure he'd be the first to admit himself.

http://www.true-faith.co.uk/__trashed/ This is very much worth a read.

It's funny how these managers we see through yet get castigated for doing so almost always turn out utter fucking shit elsewhere, washed up and eventually don't manage again. But they're all good enough for NUFC, though?

Cheer up, King.

I hope they walked in and made contact like Edwin Starr?

"Always with the weddings, this one!"

Four years at Preston, three at Brighton, two at QPR, two at Osasuna, one at Man City and one at Liverpool. Sky sports:

"Brown envelope, you say?"

Scored against us on the telly.

Aye, shame. He always comes across as a miserable bastard and to be fair, he was a cracking little player, far ahead of anyone else I can remember playing for them in my time. (Not a high bar, but still).

We won't be getting Pochettino apparently as Kevin Phillips says he'll not want to come here as we haven't 'won anything in a long, long, long time.' Bless.

His NUFC contract would've ran out this summer iirc? He'd have still been here but for Palace.

I'm back at work tomorrow night. They'll announce it not long before I start my shift.

Young Ant walking into a darkened cupboard in the BBC studios and senses a figure beside him: "Now then, now then, I am the actual Mr T and I've seen a letter saying you've been a good lad and want to meet me and work with the A team, hahahaha! Well young Anthony, my lad, Face, Hannibal and that crazy fool Murdoch are stuck in an abandoned warehouse where they were building a tank with a few spare pipes and an old pick-up truck but the suckers are surrounded by the army for a crime they never committed and need Mr T's help. Now then, now then Anthony, me young whippersnapper lad, you're going to have to help me, Mr T, to go help them. I have a specially martial arts trained swan who can scatter the army at the front whilst me and the the rest of the A team escape out of the back. Anthony, the specially trained swan has hurt his neck so I, Mr T need you to stroke it better. There's a Jim'll fix it badge in it for you if you do a good job, lad."

We've got staff/managers walking around our place, (Think Graeber's 'bullshit jobs') enforcing* the 2m rules, thinking of ways to get around stuff, staggering starting times etc but you can't always work like that for 12 hours, it's impossible. If it's that vital we keep apart we wouldn't be in there, but we're not nice middle class work from home types so they're not going to pay us to do nothing. My place is a funny one, technically we are key workers as we are in food production, but as it's confectionery you kind of think, well, y'knaa.... ..... there's usually hand wringing around sugar taxes, healthy living, obesity, doom and gloom scenarios but now we're 'feeding the nation'. *Could lead to disciplinaries if someone is caught more than once.

He's a miracle worker. Fair play.

"Phwooooaarrrrr! Her dumplings are boiling over, alright!! Phwooooaarrrrr!" Etc, etc.

Haven't had a shave for almost three weeks, last time I tried to grow a tache, around the 18 year old age I got that much stick from my mates I never bothered again. That was nearly 30 years ago.