Howmanheyman

Royal Mail cutting 1,600 jobs. They didn't hang around, like. This is why the workers weren't happy at privatisation even with a bribe of some free shares.

Trust me, you'll be sorry.

All the best, JawD!

That really would be a tragedy.

Not sure, some things are better best forgotten.

I would've been tempted to start HBA on Saturday, not tonight though.

RIP

You're right, Rob. It's only when he's riled he does these stupid things and repeats himself over and over. Mind even I'm surprised he kept going on about the letter H being pronounced 'haitch'. Anyway, that's enough about Ant, what's Leazes been up to, lately?

'knacker Dan' It's a Geordie expression, you probably haven't heard it.

Almost 70 mins ago the famous knacker Dan, DesmondTutu tried to get some attention by posting in the wrong forum. I'm sure I'm joined by the other forum members in expressing sympathies to all those affected by his posts.

LM: "I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm a... fraid. Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am Leazes Mag outrage generator. I became operational at the N.O. message board in 2008. My instructor was Mr. Shepherd, and he taught me to sing a song. If you'd like to hear it I can sing it for you." Dave Bravo: "Yes, I'd like to hear it, LM. Sing it for me." LM: It's called "Antony." [sings while slowing down] LM: Antony, Antony, give me your answer do. I'm half crazy and it's because of you. It won't be a stylish message, I can't afford a psychiatrist. But when I tweet, I hear you bleat in your bog where you're trotting through."

Should've said 'which ones howmanheyman?' 'me.' 'you're a........etc, etc'

Yep.

Nah, not really. Essembee gets some hammer and deserves it but sometimes he does get it right. (even if he is an old loon).

I'd only just seen him on the Sunday on spitting image as well.

Am not kidding, the car pulled up alongside us and he got out a couple of feet from us. He just glanced at us then smiled at some bigwig and one of them gave us a dirty look and they walked into Parsons. Luckily I left my cantonese straw pointy hat in the house that day.

One time we wagged it we both had a note excusing us that we hadn't handed in when we really were bad and the teacher had forgotten about it so we knew we were ok for at least one skive. I saw my aunt walking her dog and had to quickly make a sharp exit. We then walked down old shields road and just as we got past Parsons a black car pulled up and out got Prince Philip with a couple of dignitaries and Tyne Tees cameramen. Unbelievable! I watched Northern Life that night with my arse twitching like a bunny rabbits nose in case we were on but luckily we weren't on the television clip.

A talking tree? :lol: Fucking hell, man!

Spent a fair bit of my youth in Heaton Park/Armstrong park/ Jezza dene. Wagged it a couple of times and me and my pal climbed up a tree and made strange animal noises when some of those middle classes walked their dogs. Was funny as fuck when they stopped and started to talk to other dog walkers wondering what that animal noise was. A few times we couldn't hold the laughter in and their faces was a picture when they realised they'd been had. It was a strange mixture of contempt and embarrassment they displayed.