Howmanheyman

The more Labour bangs the drum about stuff like this and the more the Tories bang the drum about tax inheritance and tax cuts higher up the chain, the more I think CT's Etonian boy's are digging their own graves.

You know I'm only kidding. (I've never bought a motorbike before).

God Bless America.

FYP

I once bought a motorbike many years ago. You can imagine my absolute horror when I read online of teetotal male nurses using THE EXACT SAME MODE OF TRANSPORT!

Scouting Danny Ings for NUFC's next season's free transfer when he's the manager.

Any fucker with pace and guile can get at Sunderland, they are fucking woeful. So no surprises in our normal defeat last sunday, then.

Unioniste for me. Super Duty for youngest Shut the front door for eldest Al Co for plonky Wife.

I'd rather be on the dole than on one of these contracts. Many workers on low paid wages will get tax credits which in effect subsidise the minimum wage, those out of work get the pittance of the dole and income support but if you're on one of these contracts and you only get a a few hours of work in a week try going to the jobcentre for help. You'll get fuck all as you're classed as being in employment. The tax credits will be no use as it's bad enough in my experience if your shifts change once in a year and your wage alters, you inform the HMRC and it takes to the next tax year to sort your money out. Try informing them every week of a change of income. How this zero hours stuff isn't illegal I'll never know.

Don't think adidas are great with striped shirts either, especially where the colours are the same. Thought nike did a good job with the Juventus strips though and made the odd decent Inter Milan one too.

:lol: How do you know? Have you asked them? I've worked with loads of kids on these contracts. Guess what? Not fucking ONE admits to being happy with them, it's bad enough the casualisation that has gone on in lots of industry these last two decades but the zero hours stuff is just taking the piss out of an already bad situation, a bit like the bedroom tax is a bit of a sick joke on people on the absolute bones of their arse.

I still smile listening to the music from this and hearing Arthur Lowe (Capt Mainwaring) narrating the show. However............ Whilst looking for the theme tune I spotted this still from the show........ AAaaaarrrrrgggghhhh!!!!!!! They were fucking all at it back then!!!!!

'empty husk'

Fucks off in a huff, comes back on for a day with his tory drivel but still finds a quick moment to chuck a hand grenade at the fish.

CT wants mass debate....... Here you are then, fill yer boots, kidda..... NSFABCT (Not safe for anyone but CT)

The secret diary of Lee Ryder aged 44 and a half. 10/04/2015 Well diary, that was the week that was, eh? Ah was fucking gutted the luck of the Mackems kept on going for FIVE games in a row. Bad, bad times. Ah passed Mark 'Douggy' Douglas in the Thomson House nerve centre and ah had a quick deeks at his piece for the day and he was writing up about a fan protest against spurs which was doing the rounds on the internet, well ah thought, more fool him, ah knaa it's the future an that but there's some funny fuckas on there that get a bit too lippy for this former Toon foot soldiers liking, too many funny fuckas thinking they can tek the piss out of us journalists and people of importance in the region. Ah thought Douggy was on a hiding to nothing and chuckled to meself when ah noticed his phone NEVER ever rang with the movers and shakers of NUFC always finding the boy Ryder's number before anyone else in the North East media circle and ah swear to God, as soon as ah thought that me phone rang, straight away ah knew it was someone from Barrack Road as ah had all me NUFC contacts on the same ringtone! Ah answered it just as Knopfler's local hero was buzzing out of the speaker, "Trinity Mirror's number one regional sports journalist, Ryder speaking" Ah says, the voice on the other end crackled with raw emotion, "Lee, man! Ah couldn't dee it, son, ah couldn't get the win, wor kid. Ah tried me best, ah talked to the players aboot chinning di canio, ah talked about pride, ah even made them watch 'Auf Wiedersehen Pet' the one at the end where they go home and the hut gets set on fire, everything, man, ah divvent understand how we lost?!" It was Coach Carvs and he was obviously down in the dumps. Ah answered him back sharpish, "John, don't worry, man. These things happen, ah'll come down and get another quick interview off you for the fans." And another piss easy write for yours truly ah thought as Douggy was writing about internet trolls, ah'd be talking to the main men at HQ Toon. As ah got into SJP and was going to Carvs office ah could see Geordie John on his knees already, fuck me ah thought, howay, John, it's not that bad but then ah saw an outstretched hand going towards him which John then kissed. It was Charnley's hand! It was like the scene from 'The Godfather'! Just then someone noticed me and it was 'Fairs Cup in his hand' Bobby Moncur. "Lee! Lee! Just the fella! Did I tell about that balmy night in Budapest? They collapsed like a pack of cards, 'no gumption' the Gaffer said. Anyway, John's a wee bit busy the now, I tell you what though, I've just had a chat with Lee Charnley, you wouldna believe the players we'll getting in the summer, he knows there's been mistakes and the're going to rectify it and 'splash the cash' yon Charnley said. You can quote me on that!" Fucking champion, ah thought, Not only an ad hoc interview with a NUFC legend, but a 100% gold dust scoop about new signings to lift the spirits of the fans! Ah was on it right away, smiling as ah typed knowing what a boost the news would be to me loyal readers. When ah'd finished John had rang back apollo, oplag, err, said he was sorry he was busy but ah said it was alright as ah had me story ah needed, ah kept a 'We'll carry on regardless" piece for the morra off head coach Carvs as it's been fucking lovely the last couple of days and a quick finish by the morra dinner time writing up a pre-wrote Toon piece means ah could have a game of 'chip and put' in the afternoon with Mala doon the coast near St. Marys lighthouse and get the sun on me back which would be canny and ah also need to beat that cockeyed fucker as he might be bongy eyed but he's shit hot with a club and ah'm fucked if it's ganna be my turn getting the bevvy's in, again! Lol. Anyways, until next time, Ryder and out!

I'm no expert on photoshop, well, when I say no expert what I really mean is I've no idea how to do it or if it's even on the pc I use. Anyway, if someone would like to green up Hughes face and put a red hat on his curly grey bonce then please feel free.

Think that's true of all the great commentators. Silence is to be avoided at all costs these days even if they've nothing worthwile to say.

I'm not really into cricket or rugby, but there was something special about the commentary of Benaud and Bill McLaren, then of course you had the likes of David Coleman and Barry Davies who were in a league of their own, Davies at football, Coleman at just about everything. Not really sure people will back at Clive Tyldsley, Andy Townsend and anyone from Sky with the same kind of fondness, like.

The witch on that looked like a green version of mark Hughes.

TV off the wall and living room decorated along with dining room. What a twat of a job it was and when I'd finally finished painting and was about to clean my gear I kicked the tin of paint over onto the carpet.

Fair point.

First saw her on a programme called 'no limits' where her and some blonde cockney kid would go around Britain telling you facts about the place they were at in between playing music videos like amazulu. Remember them at Wallsend talking about the roman fort that was there but before segedunum was built so they basically showed a shitty plaque that north Tyneside had put up. Knew out the two presenters she would be on telly again.