Gemmill

Aye exactly. We've all spent years hand wringing and worrying over Brexit. I used to watch every debate and fret on the results of votes, and here we are 8 years on and the chief cunt behind it all is leading the fastest growing party in the UK. I'm not wasting any more time worrying about it. They can all fuck themselves.

Same. Not worth the energy of worrying about it. Seems like we've passed a tipping point and we might be terminally fucked. I'm just gonna play with my Digitakt and let the world burn.

Is that not going to apply to here too?

It's because of this: Which begs the question, where is our official 4x4 vehicle partner?

Tesco delivery coming here on Saturday. Steering well clear between now and Christmas Day at least. We're out for Christmas dinner for the first time ever. I love the idea. No work to do and when we've all finished eating I can just come home and not have to sit for hours in the company of the in laws.

For some reason they've tried to erase someone from the picture. Check the thumbnail on the video I posted on the last page. It's the same pic and you can't see the advertising hoarding under his leg cos there's someone in the way.

"Joining us live from 1973"

What's the DEAAAAAL with TottenHAAAM Hotspurs?!

My order of preference would have been spurs, arsenal, Liverpool, so I'll take this. It's definitely a big ask to beat them over two legs, and they're decent favourites but who knows. I hope Spurs get the better of Liverpool in the other one.

She's fucking great. Deal with it, vegemite sandwich.

If you haven't got a twitter account, it seems that Twitter now just refuses to show you anything at all. Fucking pile of shite.

Welcome on board. Lovenkrands isn't even his own mam's favourite player, but it's nice that he's that for you.

Trying to find footage of the foul to post on here, for which no red card was issued. I found something even better, sound up! Forget Cates, I've found Lineker's replacement.

Somebody else's fault AGAIN.

I'm watching Kings of Tupelo. A weird documentary series about some genuinely nutty conspiracy obsessed people which ultimately ends with Barack Obama getting sent an envelope full of ricin. But the best line in it is this fucking dope from deep Mississippi leaving a message on someone's phone about how his life is falling apart which goes "Listen, I lost my job, I lost my house, I lost hot tub, I lost my marriage." Hot tub, THEN marriage.

Says the king of research, Mr don't worry they're not suspended for the semi. Pipe down, bitch tits.

Get yourself on Instagram, do it as if you're gonna post a story, and then use the stickers. That's how I came up with my masterpiece.

"TRACTOR!"

He's got the touch and his play is divine-o, Just like your mother's, such a shame she's a wine-o. That one goes out to you all.

New Santa Tonali avatar just dropped. @Christmas Tree new mug concept idea. Call me.

And a happy hogmanay, my Scottishish friend!

Everton, home of the Ratfans, has been sold to some yank group for around £500m apparently. Firstly, fucking rip-off. Secondly, apparently Moshiri will walk away with about £25m, having put in £450m.

This fixture made me think of Alex Mathie. It says on his Wikipedia that he ended up working as a delivery manager for Royal Mail. If he had his exact same career today, he'd likely never have to work a day again once he retired.

The fact he was invited back to launder his reputation as Foreign Secretary too (to the extent that it was ever considered sullied anyway) was bullshit. Eventually though, when the dust has settled and all the emotion has been drained from the subject (through the deaths of the main protagonists), this will be taught in history/politics/economics lessons in schools as a country putting on a pair of stilettos and somehow stamping on its own bollocks. And Cameron will be remembered as the arrogant little cunt that flicked the first domino over.