ChezGiven

We've talked on pm and its all just piss under the bridge now.

Well one good thing has come of it. Neil's giving up the drink and going into therapy. Every cloud and all that.

Went to Creamfields in Andalucia the other week. Nothing but Mullet hair-cuts and smacky e's tbh.

Better in person i think, if he'll be there before the next home game (Wigan is it) as i'll be there before the match, and can also pass on any money required. Won't be there after the match as its a mates birthday so if i don't see him then i'll catch him at the next one. He is going to the Wigan game so i'll let him know he can find you there. I wont be there to protect you though.

Not sure there was anyway near enough grovelling in that post.

Actually, wor lass wants a word with you about that You need that light fixing in the outside bog.

He can say it in the other thread and it'll start with how fucking sorry he is.

Good to meet you too SLP, i was stotting off walls that night mainly due to alex and brother being animals on the drink and i'm just a wee lad in comparison. Still managed to piss in the bogs though.

Where is the fucking tramp anyway?

Must have been brought up in a fucking slum more like, the pikey little shit.

You filthy skanky metal-loving cock-munching slum-dwelling sister-fucking scumbag tramp. Bit out of the blue? Need reminding? Last saturday night you tagged along to my mate's studio along from the Telegraph. Remember that bit? How about the bit where you go and piss in the corridor of his place of work 4 metres away from a toilet? He invited you back, bought you drinks and in return for this kind hospitality and generosity you piss inside the building where he works. You fucking tramp. I would have put this up earlier but i was hoping that we could download the CCTV footage of you emptying your bladder and post it up on here. Unfortunately, thats not possible but if Andrew does manage to get it onto his PC then rest assured, i'll resurrect this and post it up. The facilities management people are going to charge him for the clean up and were understandably fucking annoyed. I expect you to pay me the cost next time i see you at the Trent. Anything to say for yourself?

Butthole Surfers?

Class! I think she thinks we're still close rivals. Bless.

Was watching MOTD 2 with me mum on sunday night and when they showed that bit of fergie when Tevez missed, my mum goes "Ha Ha Ha you bastard!!". Where the hell did that come from?

The Spanish restaurant is nice, opposite the good Bagladeshi, where Barn Again was. El Coto? Was good last time i was there. A place called Gourmet des Ternes was a recent find, not Newcastle though.

I remember reading about Sam going to spend time in a New York ad agency, maybe it was Saatchi or something and thinking 'wtf is he going to learn from that bunch of puffed-up nerbs?'. It did eventually dawn on me that managing creative talent was probably not that different to managing footballers. When you've studied management at that level, you know when to be the hard bastard and when to be the good guy. I have to say the 9.45am curfew would catch me out on the odd day

Cant wait. Going early too, i reckon it'll be chaos. Union rooms around 2 and then Trent around 3/4 for me.

Alcohol and tiredness leads to rare occasions of uncertainty. I'd say after a full day on the piss though, smoking heavily and some chop, i'd need a fork lift truck to get mine up.

I may make a late appearance btw, will be in the north next weekend.

These two ? No, they are a couple of hairy bikes.

Thats you Giv - they proably notice the fact you have matching socks and a Brigade of Guards set of braces 'n aall Quite the lady killer Yep and all i look for in them are tits that reasonably match in size and a full set of teeth.

I think Renton and Fish could be really good friends, they both love their food and like an argument, just like those two hairy bikers who do that cookery programme.

Free advice, there are lots of people from insurance companies or Brokers or whatever going round and saying they will help sort out the mess for a 20ù cut which is leaving people without full coverage. Unscrupulous bastards basically, so the govt says it will provide this service for free. The insurance industry will foot the majority of the bill.

Reminds me of the lead character from Carry on Girls, Sydney Fiddler. I remember booing a stripper off at a stag do in some shithole in the middle of Wales. She had nae tits and a massive fat arse, so the poor lass had to leave. The bit about the Dalmatian sounds like the sort of stuff SMo would get up to, wasnt expecting that craic from you Wacky.