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Roeder gets the credit on this one for trying to sort the problem out tbh. He takes none of the responsibility for the situation as it currently stands - that's a situation that's been allowed to continue for a number of years, it seems.

Haha, quality signing Glenn.

Patrokles still ploughing a lone furrow as Roeder's chief apologist I see. Like fighting a bush fire with a watering can tbh.

Good. I hope you suffer after all your 4-dayers. Edit: that sounded a bit harsh so I'll throw in a . Silence, Renticus! I'm suffering already. I'd sent myself some stuff home to work on over the weekend - obviously I never bothered, and now I've got a meeting to review what I'm supposed to have done at 11:30. Whoops.

There is nothing happy about Mondays. A full 5 day week for me this week too. I don't know how I'll cope.

Not his fringe, but Mr. Majeika (sp) had a canny haircut.

Hairy Birthday!

Think about it though, if you go to any scabby bar in the Bigg Market with one of those twatful DJs who thinks he missed a calling in comedy, the night will invariably involve some lass getting dragged up on stage and the entire bar of lads singing "Get your. Tits out. Get your fucking tits out." to the tune of Doop. Is that much different to what you're describing? And as someone who's worked behind a bar in a nightclub for three years, the number of fanny rat straight blokes who frequented the place far outweighed anything that went on on the gay nights. On gay night, the blokes did seem a tad promiscuous, but they at least carried it off with a bit more panache than some scruffy little twat in a burberry shirt who walks like the missing link and clamps onto anything remotely female and literally licks her make up off her entire face.

Bloody good question really! Varies from person to person I reckon. My gaydar isn't outrageously sharp, though fuck knows it's improved a lot since living in Hamburg and London. It's inevitable that you hide a lot more of yourself somewhere like Newcastle or any smaller city I guess. Anyway, gaydar's probably a bit of a myth really - it stands to reason that you'll recognise your own traits in other people, after all, and I bet a lot of it's a self-confidence thing, both on the part of the person doing the observing and the person being observed. And the whole point of gaydar - picking up on subtle clues about the other person - is really only a variation on the kind of things everyone does when weighing up people in everyday life anyway. Of course, the rise of metrosexuality has made life a bit more difficult, though generally even the most comfortable-with-himself heterosexual male wearer of a pink T-shirt will still project an aura of "I'm only doing this because I hear the lasses like it, so don't even think about it, RuPaul." now you see I pride myself on my "gaydar" ...have even managed to "tell" a few peeps from work which way they must be swinging but it can be a pain in the arse "lnot literally" when you see someone out in Toon who looks lush to have your gaydar strumming ... Here man woman, just because they want nowt to do with you doesn't mean they're gay. It could just be a sign of good eyesight or an aversion to staggering stotting drunks. By the way, GM PM'd me to ask if I could find out which colour hankie would denote that he likes to have his fudge packed rather than do the packing. Says he was just curious or something.

Horrible news isn't it? Murdered because of a frigging game.

Well, yeah.

Not necessarily true if you look at the impact Woodgate had for us. Woodgate's exceptional though. It's unlikely Gooch is half the player Woodgate is.

Fake surely?

She should have used pink thread and pretended she's a pig.

That was always my mate's shit joke. If someone had a camouflage rucksack "Don't put that down, you'll never find it." etc. Tit.

Aye I just googled for it there. And discovered this classic Richard and Judy moment: Judy: Oh goodness, I nearly sat on my microphone there. Goodness knows where it would have went. Richard: Oooooh, I can tell you Judy. It's one of two options.

What happened there like? Anyone who doesn't take exception to that wet weekend has something wrong with them.

Some symmetry issues there. manc-mag would be horrified.

Egg all over Oliver's face when we triumphed in the Intertoto Cup then.

I've got a Then Jericho album on tape somewhere which is incredibly bad. A Shakin' Stevens album too which even had a game on the tape for the Spectrum - you had to help Shakey escape from a Haunted House.

You definitely shouldn't. That was shite!

I think it's impossible to know one way or the other what he's going to be like as long as we're making him line up alongside 3 different players every other week. We almost have to give him a contract just to see if he's any good or not.

I don't have a problem with them not offering Bramble a contract. I'm slightly perturbed by the fact that as recently as a month ago he was all set to get one at Roeder's behest though. I think Roeder (like everyone) wanted to think that with encouragement, Bramble might become the player he ought to be. The UEFA cup exit made him realise it's never going to happen. Well it's just as well we didn't do what Roeder said a month or so ago and tie up player contracts sharpish to avoid it affecting their game. Because if we had, Bramble would already be sat on a nice new contract and Roeder would have effectively re-signed a player that he now doesn't think is good enough.

Have you even seen this place? Or did she just come home and tell you to pack your shit?