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Our nursery is closing early today, and the pub next door is simply not opening. That's two more reasons to hate these cunts.

Anyone got a link?

My first time here and Swiss efficiency is a fucking fallacy. My direct train was cancelled and now I have to take 5 (F I V E) trains to get where I’m going. Stick your cuckoo clocks up your fence-sitting arses.

Someone always asda lower the tone.

Well dressed man living in Brighton. It was obvious really.

Oh Brighton beach is a fucking joke. The only good thing about a pebbly beach is it makes one and all look like absolute mongs walking to the water.

Just had my one night away with wor lass, thanks again for the advice. Which I naturally eschewed in favour of Headlam Hall which is absolutely delightful by any measure. Had a canny week in Durham with my dad and managed a day in Whitley Bay when it, quite appropriately, absolutely lashed down as the kids played on the beach. The beach itself is looking a bit fucked up though, lots and lots of sand has gone (iirc @Renton was talking about this last year). Will it be just rock in 10 years? Her indoors loves it up there like, and is seriously suggesting we relocate to the north east. I mean maybe we could, and I suppose I could reaccustom myself to strangers happily talking to you without fear in their eyes, or misery in their hearts. Brighton has been fun but now with two kids in tow it's looking increasingly minging.

I was FORCED to have a racing bike, my mother is a pathetic snob.

Redeemed. Watching this is bittersweet for me, I was never allowed a BMX because my mother is fucking mental.

That BMX lad from Gateshead is beyond mint.

Nice Murph

Pope saved the penalty. Welcome back lad.

http://www.fawanews.com/Urawa Reds vs Newcastle United.html

It’s small.

My lass is French, 70s bush still all the rage.

Found an old shirt in storage at the weekend. Passed it across to the help;

Callum Wilson, the ultimate false 9.

Born in Wallsend. Marra.

Pittington is a fucking pointless dump, I used to live there. The poor fuckers who are still stuck there, several of them my unacknowledged children, understand that Sunderland is so fucking grim it’s best to pretend it doesn’t exist. Makes me sort of proud of those kids, whatever their names are.

Good morning everyone, this is your captain speaking. I’d like to welcome you all to FTM Airlines. Please sit back and relax while we serve the blue pop. I’d like to remind you all, if you need to do a number 2 then please make your way to seat 18c. As we cruise at 30,000 feet, it’s worth remembering that Rafa, and all the other mag bastards, are beneath us. Also, do take a moment to browse our FTM menu, printed in full colour, and showing our range of in-flight cheese slices and lion looking crisps.

Has he indicated his availability for the England job yet?