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Which sick bastard told him it was a midweek rollover anyway?

One thing I love about you is your use of "HOway" as a greeting So spectacularly out of context but very endearing at the same time. I always wondered if I was the only one who'd noticed that.

Oasis - Familiar to millions. Ace.

Dear god.

All the best, shinetop.

Funnily enough, I was naffing about on YouTube before and I found this video of the Wildhearts on TOTP..

Think of it as more of a shit deterrent thread.

Looks like melted stork butter 'n aal. Funnily enough, when I get a migraine, doesn't matter how much I've eaten, when I'm sick, it's always bile.

When I went through my Gemma Atkinson phase a couple of years back (gone right off her now mind, plastic bint) I once had a dream I'd met her at some massive club next to Benton metro. Obviously, this club doesn't exist, but it was a really vivid dream. I can remember exactly how the place looked, what I was wearing, what she was wearing, what my mates were wearing, how much the drinks were, the lot. I can remember all the emotions of the dream aswell, I even felt a bit pissed, it was really quite scary how real it seemed. It had all started by one of my mates telling me he'd blagged us into the VIP bit of this place, and once we were in there, we all got split up, chatting to famous people. One of the lads was chatting up Dusty Springfield for fucks sake, another lad was asking Tom Hanks for a tab.. Then, one of my mates came tearing over telling me who was there, and how I wouldn't beleive it etc etc..so he showed me. After all the initial nerves I went over and had a full on converation with her, which I can still remember fully, got on really well, left with her number and all that. She left, and I went over to the lads, who were all assembled at the bar. One of them started singing the Blaydon Races, and got chucked out, so we followed him out. Last thing I remember of it was walking down the street towards the metro, and not long after I woke up. I had been out on the piss the night before, and I woke up feeling a bit rough. I somehow managed to convince myself this had actually happened. Needless to say, when I was brushing my teeth and suddenly realised none of that had happened at all, I was bastard furious!

Fucking class.

They are of no use to us.

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I think my full telly appearance list () is:- Leverkusen (a) Basel (a) ManUre (a) ITV News' Binge Drinking documentary.

Fond memories of the Irish pub in Hamburg and being able to point at the screen and say "I know that belly!" 193002[/snapback] He's rumbling. Knows your talking about him. I got slated for that mind, at least I stayed fully clothed at Leverkusen and Basel.

Aye.

What a tribute. 192335[/snapback] I didn't personally like, but I know people who thought he was a fucking lunatic. I thought he was great to watch.

Was just watching a programme with him on it on ITV yesterday. Some people may have regarded him as a dick, but you cannit fault his work, his efforts, and the things he's taught people. RIP.

Aye them garages were class Gemmill. Got nee idea how that wallpaper hasn't left you with some sight problems like! You're all bastards by the way IT WAS ON THE LINE! HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY CALL THAT!?

Aye, I've just got bigger tbh. Just found this one aswell..Me Ma is ganna get lectured when she gets back from her holidays for this fucking cardigan malarky..

Only one on the PC at the mo. Ugly little get!

Forgot to add, thats all before you do a proper test obviously, so you can ride bigger bikes, but still..

Sorry you had to see such a thing, Craig. Not nice at all. They need to change the fucking law like. Currently, the ONLY thing you HAVE to wear on a bike, is a helmet. The rest is all optional. That's why you always see people whizzing round in casual clothes. I'm the first to admit I've been guilty of this sort of thing myself like. Back in March, I got myself a scooter to do my commuting, and it took me a minor fall to sit up and take notice of the reasons for wearing proper gear. I had a bit of a slip going up my street, doing no faster than 20mph. I fell off, and it fucking wrecked. I immediately imagined that happening at the top speed it does (60) on the open road, and started wearing better gear straight away. I think one of the problems with bikes, especially the less powerful ones, is that they're so easy to legally use these days. Scooters or Mopeds for example, are mosly 'twist and go' models now, which is exactly what it says. All you do, is twist the throttle and you're away. At 16, all you have to do is a day long course (which actually isn't a day long at all) and unless you're seriously shite, you can walk out of there with a licence to ride a 50cc bike, for 2 years. Unsupervised. They'll only do a 'restricted' 30mph, but they're easlily tampered with. It's illegal, but they can be unrestricted, and afterwards will go slightly faster, but never over 50mph. Bairns get away with this all the time, becuase it's impossible for Juliet Bravo etc to tell it's been done without taking it apart, which they aren't going to do on the side of the road. At 17+, you can do the same course, but you're allowed to use a more powerful bike, owt up to 125cc. Some of the top end models of this power are just about capable of motorway speed. At this course, called a CBT, which stands for Compulary Basic Training, you're taught the basics of handling the bike, and given reccommendation on what and what not to wear. After a bit of time in a car park practicing manouvers and getting used to the bike, you go out on the road for a while. Then you're done. It's easy as that. Take all of what I've said above, and stick it on the open road with big fucking machines, it's asking for trouble. Thing is though, as only anyone whos ever been on a bike can testify, it's a brilliant experience if you do it properly, and it's gaining in popularity. But for me, it's only till I get a car, then I'll be selling it.

Fucking Jinxed myself. Worst one ever yesterday. Still feel gammy today.

Rang HSBC the other day because I had a feeling my account would be over it's limit. Instead of getting my automated balance, it shoved me straight to an Indian bloke, who gave me a lecture about my balance. Needless to say I wasn't very impressed. I doubt I'd have been impressed if he was English either mind, but I'd rather someone who knew basic english gave me a lecture instead of Mr. 'you must guard your monies sir' from Malaysia.

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