The Fish

you seem distracted Gemmil, are your diamond shoes too tight?

.. right... that's some funny shit..

.... nope.. I haven't got a fucking clue what that actually means... desperate for what...? I'm lost.

sod off the lorra ya yes I went for a run, I'm a healthy mother fucker!

Whatever anyone else see that one rumbling over the comedy horizon? seriously I've twisted it in me sleep or something, I'm typing all this lefthanded

I would hope this is just a loosener and your posts will be improving from this point on. you at work mate?

I'd rather be deaf than blind what game are we playing?

as i said, its all about appointing a good manager, that is all there is to it and its got nowt to do with any "plan". Like we did too ref Bobby Robson. The failure to "plan" or have any "foresight" (or even just learn from the lessons of the past tbh) was in Robson's sacking. In the timing, in overriding spending on transfers to maintain Champions League standing and in not looking for other managerial options long before they did (kinda later mirriored by the Shearer issue). Anyway I doubt Allardyce would even come to NUFC, he's realise FFS and Cluless Hall would likely want in on his transfer dealing bungs. Do you also think sacking Gullit was bad timing ? yup. shoulda gone before he signed a contract tbh

well I say that but to be honest get me iPod doohickies, get me book vouchers, expensive vodka and you're sorted.

1) I'm not a fan of this time of year. 2) I'm not that hungry but haven't eaten yet 3) I went for a run this morning and saw a girl I haven't seen in years 4) I reckon I slept awkwardly last night cos my wrist is bloody killing 5) my Mam and wonderful, glorious exuberant, gregarious, aunty have just got back from shopping (she may be watching me type this.... )

I would if the voucher wasn't a tenner, but I'd rather spend a tenner in a bookstore like waterstones because the book selection in HMV isn't great. I don't mind that she couldn't think of something specific because I'm not an easy person to buy for. speaking of Books, I didn't realise that Newcastle has a rare book store just up from Bar Luga on Grey Street I'll be having a look in there before I go home. Oh, the gifts I got them? I got the iPod sister Gary Barlows Autobiography, because she asked for it and book of Sudoku because she's as addicted as I am, I got the HMV sister a photograph of New York Skyline that she took when she was there and has "been meaning to have it framed" mounted on wrap around canvas and blown up. I got my mam a few books, a couple by Maeve Bincy whom she likes and one called "The Five People You Meet In Heaven" by Mitch Albom (which I've been told is beautiful). I bought my Dad a tripod for the camera the family bought him for his 60th this year, I got him Alan Bennet's book and I got him one of those jokey Old Git Handbook type books..

the interviews part one part two

I got £1500 off the bank when I got my unfair charges back.

I got a torch in my stocking... a torch from my aunty... how dark do they think Leeds is...? I got them little pretendy aftershaves which are hardly worth the effor tof opening them, fucking chocolate! Despite the fact I haven't enjoyed chocolate for years! Burtons Vouchers even though I'd rather spend the £50 in a better store.... and I make that obvious at every opportuniy. My sister got me HMV vouchers even though I've repeatedly extolled the virtues of alternative acquisition of Music tracks basically, no fucker paid any attention to the advice I gave and continued to buy me the same stuff they always have, except my younger eldesr sister who bought me a gizmo that turns my iPod Nano into a radio. Which is ace. cost about £30, less than that which the others spent, but precisely what I wanted. I've decided that Xmas is a time of year to show off how much you can spend and has bugger all to do with getting presents that people actually want. bah fucking humbug

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... the french? the Aussies? The North Eastern, South Western or Mid South americans? the Oirish do enjoy their global popularity, but they're not the worst offenders of self congratulation when it comes to accents... the fucking Cockerneys for a start..

why is it that every girl I have the likes for.... ends up being a WHOLE bag o' crazy? fricking shitty date awesome til the last five minutes, then she goes all skitzo and I'm standing in the taxi rank scratching my head thinking.." a-whaaaaaaaa?" before paying 26 bloody quid to get home... but but but, everything was going ace biscuits til.... ZOWIE, she's goes all Gomer Pile on me

Sage..... relevant... gentile... I like it

why is that nice black man being so mean to that young black lass in your picture?

HOOO! Stumpy-Mother-Fucker! I'm not fat. toss-biscuit. at least Gemmil has an old (bloated) image to go off, your dwarven vision has no fucking frame of reference to build a comparison from, so to say that Gejon is owt like me and then to insinuate that he's fat is so far off the mark it is franlky ridiculous.... plus you're short and over compensate for the blatant homo-erotic tendancies you submit to and rail on about your lass and claim to have her over a barrel when quite clearly you're so under the thumb you disappear twixt the ridges and clefts in her finger print. add to that the fact you're confused as to you're birth place I'd say that you're way to maladjusted to cast aspersions upon anyone else here. bollock-fiddler

I delight in showing the card-statistics to my Blackburn supporting chum at the end of every season. even he has resigned himself to the fact that Referees cannot possibly be that consistantly biased against Blackburn without some justification. all in all tyhey have been a dirty side for as long as I can remember. lauding grafter over gifted for as long as I can remember

whats the fucking point in you then?

Stenhousemuir? sounds like it should be followed by "Syndrome" and describe an affliction of the brain which leaves the victim addicted to shit food and worse alcohol an inability to form coherent sentences and a complete lack of fashion sense.

is it because you think he's pretty? The other day I had no lenses/glasses on and was stood at SJP when I saw this bloke walking towards me that I thought was you. I got as far as thinking "The lying fucking bastard hasn't lost any weight at all. In fact he's even fucking bigger than...." before he got close enough for me to realise it wasn't you. I'll have to hunt you down before I return to the bustling Metropolis that is Leeds. Then I can prove I'm 6' and I've lost weight. (and I've got a nice jumper too )