Dougle

They could run really quick.

Is that what she has between her huge cheeks of mackem doom like?

It's interesting man, nowt more or less. I went to school with a lass who completely lost here Northumbrian accent after three months at Teeside Uni, for a pseudo cockney one. My Aunty, brought up in Ashington till well into adulthood, spoke the most perfect local accent after a couple of years in a town in Sussex. As you say, so what, other than it being vaguely interesting?

You seem to be partially suggesting here that because no-one else speaks like you, change to fit in?

I’ve never understood that. I’ve lived all over the shop and aye me accent may be slightly milder, I just can’t see how you can actually lose it other than by choice. My Brother lives in scouseland and has done for 20 years or so but other than a few scouse words or phrases he sounds exactly the same. Got mates from Scotland, Wales. Brum, London etc etc, all who re located years ago and have fully kept their accent. Not having dig like, just genuinely curious.

He makes the match radio experience almost unbearable. Needs to realise it’s actually ok to show a modicum of bias towards his ex team and the club based in the same city as the station that employs him. Truly does my heed in.

I missed the match on Monday as I was at the hospital. Broke a bone in my foot, like a fucking knacker. Had a posh seat too, which I couldnt even shift on. Fucking Ando and bloody Razor it was for me. Bastards

Erm seriously?

These commentators man. Epic?? Haha

Mag

Pile of shite

Some of the play here is terrible.

Is this the shitest FA Cup final ever?

The acoustic is hilarious. No idea what is going on with that bridge. Strange thing to find in the street, must have just been restrung too as the strings have more stretch in them than CT’s imagination. The Ibanez though is a gem.

Two of the most Magnificent men ever.

Let these lame minded easy target pricks come at us. Let them.

The Ibanez arrived today. I cannot express how in love I am with it already. It is magnificent. Rough as a badger’s arse but tremendous for a couple of hundred quid. And weirdly on my way to work last night I found an acoustic nylon in our back lane. Home made from 1965 according to a sticker inside.

Who announced what exactly?