GeordieMessiah

Goodfellas. What a soundtrack...and what has always pissed me off is that the soundtrack for the penultimate act of the film - where Liotta is chasing all over town evading the police surveillance helicopter as best he can - the track for that part of the film isn't only the CD soundtrack, iirc? Would love to know what that track is because it's been needling away at me for ages not knowing what it is...

I think my testicles would explode in excitement if ever I saw Gattuso pulling on a Newcastle shirt, tbh. The stuff of sexual fantasy.

Rain Man Disney's Fantasia Chariots of Fire

I'd imagine Brock would be more likely to do that, surely? It's an 'in joke' re: Sammy aka and his sense of direction. Aka Manc-mag I meant, obviously. Sheesh...this forum is too cliquey, too perpetual... That's it! In future I won't explain our shit jokes to you I thought you were meant to be the relaxed Dylan from Magic Roundabout sort of character around here. If there's any "stroppy" needs doing round here, I'll do it!

I'd imagine Brock would be more likely to do that, surely? It's an 'in joke' re: Sammy aka and his sense of direction. Aka Manc-mag I meant, obviously. Sheesh...this forum is too cliquey, too perpetual...

This fucking thread is a fucking disgrace. There's abso-fucking-lutely no fucking need to fucking swear all the motherfucking time.

I'd imagine Brock would be more likely to do that, surely? It's an 'in joke' re: Sammy aka and his sense of direction.

I'd imagine Brock would be more likely to do that, surely?

Good to see Rene's time at Rangers wasn't completely wasted.

No, you fuck off. EDIT: Apologies, just realised you were telling 2J to fuck off, not me... Apology accepted. Now fuck off. I don't know how you fucking dare! Now you fuck off.

I fear this could all end up with Allardyce taking up the reins at Man City though...

First mobile I ever saw was in the University library way back in 1994. There was I, surviving on Safeway's budget brand beans on toast, scraping by on a mammoth overdraft and student loan..and on the opposite side of the desk was a nouveau scruff toffy-nosed chinless wonder dressed from head to toe in full posh git uniform (cricket jumper etc) talking away to his "papa" in an annoying braying manner, moaning about how he was down to his last 500 notes in his Coutts account and could "papa" send him some more money please... Can still remember the seething rage at this travesty within me at the time.

Marti Pellow makes me feel nauseous.

No, you fuck off. EDIT: Apologies, just realised you were telling 2J to fuck off, not me...

Weekends generally start on a Friday, 2J - you fucking simpleton.

I get mine done by a little Moroccan chappy for 20 pence. Seems to know what he's doing.

Howay (or your case, Ha'way) man - there's no need to insult Shinton like that.

Mine used to be Bowyer, but I suppose it's now Dyer (to a far lesser extent)

Gemmill

Mary "Doll" Nesbitt sounds nearer the mark, tbh.

So is cyber stalking the latest craze then?

I try not to take anaesthetised patients home. I find it's a real pain in the arse trying to keep them alive Can an anaesthetised man get a hard on is the pertinant question.... What sick fantasy are you indulging in?

Or better still...why not go the extra mile and conjure up some home-made wine...sure 2J could give you some tips on domestic alcohol production.

It's a wedding, so there's only one way to go. Or alternatively, if we're being serious for a moment, I could recommend a rather cheeky little Lebanese number for you - the Chateau Musar 1996: Quite pale, maturing, orange-brown tinge with an oxblood core. Nose initially quite volatile, leathery, then pepper and tobacco, sweetly baked blackcurrant and raspberry fruit. Classic Musar. Full, rounded, nicely balanced. Still some grip. Good acids. Rustic, grippy edge on endpalate with some slightly spiky acidity here. Has certainly developed over the last two years, with a fuller texture and greater interest as far as flavour is concerned, but still shows the structure that will carry this along in the cellar for many years to come.