Meenzer

And Cath did just that tbf, foregoing her ninth pint of Guinness if memory serves. There was an old saying back in the old Manchester days. Two pints of Guinness and I'm anybodys, 3 pints and I'm everybody's. Not true at all, obviously, but I do like a pint of the black stuff You can't drink a pint of Bovril!

That's an impressive canopy.

I know this doesn't belong here, I just think it's class (like everything by this fella) and can't be bothered to dredge up an old Iraq/Bush thread for it.

you serisously want to do something romantic? Treat her properly, make her favourite dinner (even if it's a fry-up), take her for drinks in her favourite bar, take her to watch a play or a movie or a band that she likes, take her to a hotel and roger her fucking brains out. Awww, you see? You've got the right idea! How come you never have any luck with women then? I was going to say, large swathes of that are more or less what Brock's actually doing, so I'm worried for the lad now.

Man City's looking a distinct possibility for me too.

http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/List_of_one_l...starting_with_A I love uncyclopedia

I know nothing. 1 Schalke 48 2 Bremen 42 3 Stuttgart 41 4 Bayern 37 5 Nürnberg 33 6 Hertha Berlin 33 7 Leverkusen 29 8 Hannover 27 9 Dortmund 25 10 Wolfsburg 24 11 Bielefeld 23 12 Frankfurt 23 13 Cottbus 22 14 Mainz 21 15 Aachen 20 ------------------- 16 M'gladbach 20 17 Bochum 20 18 Hamburg 18

Me sir, me me me! "Any Way You Look" was a cracking little summery number. Did fuck-all though, I don't think they lasted much after that.

I suppose it depends on what your benchmark is. Those of us who've "only" been going to SJP for 20 years, say, would probably say we're at a reasonable level right now - not fantastic, not awful - and should be striving for a significant improvement to help take us back to the levels we achieved under Keegan and Robson. A vocal minority of those of us who were born in 1732 and attended our pre-season tours of Outer Mongolia and Saturn while still in the womb, however, seem to prefer to use mediocrity as a benchmark and would be happy with scraping into 17th place every season because it's "better than how things used to be".

actually had to annex the cupboard beside mine... I'm like the Kitchen equivalent of Germany. I did that at uni, but only because the other lads on my corridor had about two saucepans between them and only ever ate kebabs and toast.

Took me a while too. "Fixed Your Post" I presume?

What, you want to dribble down your kecks too? I'd prefer that to you dribbling down my kecks tbh. That makes two of us.

If there is a better half, he's clearly too cheap to take her out on Valentine's Day.

What, you want to dribble down your kecks too?

And where does 'gash' fit into this debate? Indeed. And where does "flange" fit into this debate? Surely it's more a case of "where does the debate fit into the above"?

"With it's initial trajectory" indeed. I'd refuse to answer that question on the grounds of the teacher/examiner being a retard.

I would if the shop-bought stuff was shite, but the Sacla aubergine and rocket pestos are both pretty good for what they are.

Sounds canny that tbf for minimum fuss. Aye, easiest thing in the world really, plus it's a one-pan meal if you're willing to fry the onions and peppers first and set them aside. Lazy bloke-tastic!

Your face in the taxi queue. Pure unadulterated horror. Some bloke at the match got that treatment on Saturday. The lad that sits behind us let out the dreaded word, and Cath's head spun round like it was spring loaded and gave him the :icon_lol: look. He immediately apologised. I can't be the only one imagining Caths head rotating ominously like the bird fromt he Exorcist... did she puke all over the guy and tell him that his mother sucks cocks in Hell? "ding-a-lings in Heck" tbh

No inspiration = tuna pasta with pesto, onions, peppers and a bit of parmesan on top. Always. And I don't care that you haven't got half those ingredients.

Great soundtrack.

Just thinking of the Juninho / Albert incident. If you could call it an incident. I remember some Smoggie mong writing into the Sunday Sun after that to complain about us chanting "He's a wog, a wog" at Emerson

Nellie McKay - Get Away From Me

I wouldn't talk you are blatantly going to be a wolfman in a few years you hairy f*cker I have quite an attractive 'treasure line' for your information. Hark, is that the sound of Radgi rummaging around in her drawers for a dusty old... map?

Oh god it gets worse, im actually feeling sorry for you flower! You can have half of my cadburys dairy milk! Stick it in the post! I've got a double decker here, but you're getting none! Tease