Howmanheyman

"In the future, you may refrain from addressing me until you've cleared it with my dogsbody, PaddockLad. Now run along and polish your helmet or whatever it is you plebians actually do."

Pack of bastards. All he wanted to do was come on here and talk about his favourite football team, formations, shrubbery tips, landscape gardening and £50 bets. Nee wonder this place is going to the dogs.

He can fucking well buy them just like everybody else!

Good summary.

I knew quite a bit about this period but the author has dug out a lot I didn't already know. Might ask for it as a Christmas present.

The secret diary of Lee Ryder aged 44 and a half. 24/11/2014 Well diary, time for a Ryder catch-up, Ah was finishing putting together a special 'six of the best' piece about Pard's heroes last six games, y'knaa, a kind of tribute to all the cup specials that Gibbo would put out when he was fucking desperate for a story and the well was dry, unlike his whisky glass. Ah basically copied and pasted bits from my match reports of the last six games and like a wurlitzer ride on the hoppings, I was done in three minutes flat but unlike the iconic ride I wasn't out of breath when ah'd finished. Anyway, my hotphone goes and ah answer sharpish, "Ryder, Top sports journalist speaking." It was Remi bringing me some more gen for a sub. Ah quickly gets the haggling done and he accepts a fifty bar note. Turns out Sammy Ameobi and Paul Dummett are doing a 'Racisim, kick it out' visit at Welbeck school in Walker where only invited journalists are allowed and as ah'm a clear and present danger to the NUFC Overlords then ah knew ah'd have to get in incog, ingoc, in disguise. Ah head down to the basement of Thomson House and borrow old Jenkins brown caretaker coat and head off to Walker. Ah walk into the school with the brown jacket on, a flat cap and a brush in me hand and get through to the assembly hall where flying winger Sammy is holding court with the new Hadrian's wall, big Paul Dummett, 'they will not pass!'. Anyways, ah'm tekking sly photos of them and recording their craic on me iphone when one of the kids shouts out, "You're not Mr Pearson! You're not our caretaker!" Next minute there's hell on. There's teachers demanding to know who I am and kids shouting "Don't touch us!" Then some meathead fathas in Helly Hansen jackets start running after me shouting they'll kill me and shouting Peado, pervert and Savile! They think ah'm a pervert when ah'm just trying to get a story for the Ronnie Gill! They chase me ah'll the way out and down Welbeck Road and ah'm nee mug, but there's just too many of them, and that's just the mothers with a death look on their faces and a greggs bag in their handbags! Anyway, ah gets down Scrogg Road and head into the graveyard before the £3 Miami Pizzas start to affect the fathas and mothers and they give up the chase. A lucky escape but ah've still got to get through Hexham avenue which makes 'The Warriors' trek through New York look like a stroll through Kensington Gardens. The things a local, banned journalist has to put up with! Anyways, ah gets back with the pics and the recordings and get it into tomorrows chronicle for my discerning NUFC readers. Ryder and out.

There's a few foreigners who have jobs where I work, some are management, (and are wankers just as their British counterparts are), one or two are full time employees and some are agency workers who are treat as shit as their British counterparts are. Apart from the agency workers being treat like shit, it bothers me not one fucking iota.

http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/sport/football/football-news/five-talking-points-newcastle-united-8159723? :lol: Even I couldn't make this shit up.

Just tried that but it only appears to have a few selected different locations. (Not NZ)

See Tottenham Roflspurs are getting beat atm by an ex-player goal, (Livermore). No disrespect to all the teams who have beaten Liverpool Football Club, (never just Liverpool) and Spurs so far this season, but really, did they realise just who they were beating?

Also, will they not be able to tell you're from the UK from your address or credit card details?

Cheers. Forgive me for being dense on this, but do you need to enable the isp block just for the games or do you keep it on all the time?

Probably put the kiss of death on it now.

Anyone with bt sport could do a lot worse than put the napoli v caglairi on. 3-3, both teams attacking and getting behind non defending midfields.

You have my attention, can you get it to work on a pc?

Jesus what a list! Rob Lee is discarded so out of that that lot I'd probably go for Nigel Winterburn just so I could relentlessly take the the piss out him by impersonating his/Parker from Thumderbirds voice.

On a separate note, have Sheffield United, a club founded in the 19th century, have such a paucity of club legends past or present, that they name one of their stands after an athlete?

I've got a two year old Samsung Galaxy ace which is playing up. I'm a bit pissed off as I just bought it outright at the time and had no intention of upgrading it for another couple of years.

What's the difference between a pop artist and an ephemeral pop artist? And when is the cut off point betwixt the two? Never heard the song, like. Wasn't too bad but nowt to write home about either. (If anybody from NME is reading this I'm available for musical reviews if the contract offer can match or better my current salary. )

Yes I know he's Danish but it doesn't rhyme.

Peter Lovelyhands, Peter Lovelyhands, Got his pipe and slippers out, 'Cos he's a Kraut, Peter Lovelyhands

Ah, that Baz!

(By the way).