Blastronaut

That's what I thought after our second. They're now the second of four. Tbh though, any more than two is basically the same. You just need a bigger house, bigger car and a total frontal lobotomy.

That Daniel Sloss routine needs to be shared and shouted from the rafters. I cant and won't trust any bloke who takes issue with it.

Absofuckinglutely. Let's face it, he's always been an absolute grifter. Nobody with an inch of self-worth releases an auto-biography called "my bookie-wook" while their whole public persona is based on being an effeminate male sex-pest.

I dunno about hatchet job. That type of male behaviour needs to be called out but here it's too little to late. Brand is just another in a long line of gullible shitheads in a desperate and dying male-dominated industry. Not excusing him, opportunist pricks like him are ten a penny but it's the cunts who encouraged and enabled his predatory behaviour that really need to be named and shamed.

Souness shipping Bellamy off to Celtic of all places as some weird flex is just one of the many reasons I'll never be able to take him seriously.

See that red washer on the bottle cap? Keep those for MF jr. if he's still playing guitar. They make great makeshift guitar strap locks.

Had been wondering what story was about to break to justify the scheduled Dispatches episode tonight. So Russell Brand is a sex pest? Colour me surprised.

Smashing start to the new job then?

My eldest is a huge Mitski fan, she was at an album launch listening party just the other day. I haven't given any of it much of a chance but Mrs B was surprised how much she enjoyed it and used the same word as you just there, "a lot of it was really interesting". Her copy of the album arrived today. In other news we managed to get a rare rake around Scotland's biggest independent record store this afternoon. Mrs predictably came away with some Kyle Faulkner solo stuff. I managed to find a copy of Heartwork by Carcass on vinyl and an old Gong album but sadly had to pass on the Gong record as it was 90 fucking quid. If it wasn't for the Kyle records I'd have sworn that shop visit was like stepping back in time 20-odd years, complete with Monster Magnet's "Powertrip" being the soundtrack playing for most of our browsing.

Should go without saying but still needs to be mentioned: Im pretty sure he knew and is laughing all the way to the bank. I really don't believe the Chelsea job is the poisoned chalice a lot of people see it as.

Souness needs to just drop the whole "Scottish" act and show himself in public wearing that England NT full kit he so obviously wears at home every day.

I had a quick scan at the betting this morning and the only thing that convinced me to have a rare small punt was Arsenal and Celtic both looking spectacularly overpriced.

Speaking of the Goldson OG, I somehow missed the comic timing of the adverting boards when it went in.

It's been a pretty entertaining game tbh especially for "neutrals" like myself that can put the coefficient to one side and have a chuckle. Goldson's OG was a particular highlight.

How the fuck you managed break it off and also slice the fucker in half is actually quite impressive.

Not meaning to detract from the seriousness of this or derail the discussion but the move with the shoe is giving me heavy flashbacks of witnessing a guy randomly getting smashed over the head a good few times with a high-hell by a very angry woman. Bizarrely he didn't even attempt to defend himself much, never mind fight back. Instead he focussed all his efforts on pleading with everyone in the surrounding area NOT to intervene and try to stop her or separate them. I have no idea what the backstory was but in the aftermath learned she was part of a notorious family in the area who have a known penchant for organised crime and extreme violence and several other family members were lurking nearby. Right I'll try not to lower the tone any further. Back on topic and in an attempt to raise the tone a bit, I'll just say the conversation before I opened my mouth and shared my totally irrelevant anecdote really put me mind of this, which is both a lot more recent and orders of magnitude more relevant than my anecdote of a strange scrap outside a boozer.

Harsh man. It's not PL's fault he fell for a Scouser. Let him enjoy his day.

Thats fair, and does make sense. What doesn't make sense is why the extra man advantage wasn't used having someone else help Gordon torment Trent long before Gordon was blowing out of his arse.

Taking gordon off baffled me. Should've had someone else on earlier to help him bully Trent AA into more mistakes and fouls. A lot of that second half felt like everyone had forgot he was booked early and walking a tightrope.

Not meaning to give you the fear mate but I'm just on the other side of 40 and the whole unexpected appointment for an checkup was where I was belatedly given my emhysema diagnosis. Doubt you've got emphysema like. Mines was a random Respiratory clinic outpatient appointment that I wasn't expecting, just assumed it was going to be a quick follow up to my last pneumothorax a few years prior. Instead got put through a barrage of breathing tests by some guy who had a confused look on his face at the end of each one when he said "okay, that's normal". After all the fucking tests I got to speak with a respiratory doctor who was also a bit confused and asked a whole fucking bunch of questions about my medical history to make sure they hadnt mixed me up with another Mr Blastronaut, before eventually pulling up a 15 year old CT scan of my lungs and saying "right well, your lung function based on those tests is still normal". Me: "ok great, that's a relief. I wasn't expecting all those tests. Hey, why are we looking at an old CT scan?" Hopefully yours is nothing and they've got the wrong Mr Fish.

MF: "Fuck what your book says, that fire door needs to open in to the room rather than out. How else am I meant to barricade it from the inside while im disposing of evidence?"

Moved in February, into a maisonette so we're above a few shops. Second week we had a bit of a plumbing disaster and wiped out three of the business below us. I honestly wanted to go into fucking hiding. Bumped into my neighbour in the pub a while later and asked him if he'd had any water damage, he was oblivious so I told him what had happened. Cunt found it hilarious. Think I cut the conversation short with "if you notice anything let me know, I surance are covering it" and he smirked and replied "it's all good. I learned pretty quickly that water goes down the way" and walked off. The last sentence struck me as a bit odd, but he was pretty drunk so I shrugged it off. Today it makes more sense. We've just got new neighbours on the other side, they haven't even moved in yet, just in decorating the last few days. They've just flooded the shops downstairs. Must be a fucking right of passage for moving in here.

I haven't even seen the film adaptation. I think I might have missed a trick by not taking my mates recommendation and reading it back when I had few responsibilities and was (legitimately) strung out on opiates. I'm still an anxious mess after the shitstorm that 2023 has been so far, so it'll have to wait but it's definitely back on the list.

You've just reminded me I stilI haven't got round to reading A Scanner Darkly. A good friend of mines dropped off a copy when I was just out of hospital after a major lung op and still out my face on (prescribed) opioids and insisted I read it. I noped out and opted to read The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern instead. Night Circus was a really good read tbf and weird memories of it still pop up in the occasional fever dream, but that's all likely skewed a bit by the opiates.

Aye. And on top of that his character naming conventions were straight from the old Asterix playbook.