Monkeys Fist

Spider-Man is my minion.

Get the fuck in!

It's the top level rope access qualification. I've spent the week hanging off ropes hauling 15stone blokes through various pulley systems and such. Basically means I'm awesome

The last line nails it for me- I just don't trust thus bastard in anything he does or says regarding NUFC. I should probably say now, I'm firmly in the Gemmill camp. I haven't been to the match, out of choice, since Hughton got sacked. Nothing they've done since then has made me regret my decision. ( I did go once, was given a spare ticket, didn't spend a single shekel inside the ground) As soon as he's gone, however long that takes, I'll go back.

Buzzing! After 4 days of being beasted in training , I've just sailed through my IRATA Level 3 assessment. I am now officially a Rope God, and can tie Mrs. Fist up in many and various ways Rehydration begins!

How the fuck did I miss this?

Chins up!

Should've used your Oyster card

Can't believe you resorted to that old chestnut.

Bollocks! Not fast enough

You're a fun guy Barney.

Right on the button

Googled "Black Batman".....

What happened, did they smash the microwave?

Well done Sir, well done

Stevie

For a Tenner I'd be asking for freshly squeezed virgin sweat.

Like a fucked fridge.

CT on the cream sherry.

I get hard when you talk dirty.

Aged 18, pissed to the gills on Old Peculier, as we left the Dungeon Ghyll I decided to van surf the Transit down Langdale for a mile or two. Feckin eejit. Oh aye, and this That's me in the rather fetching speedos , about to deliver a mammoth self-wedgie on impact.

Bitchez luv the Falcon.

The Lesbican offspring of Salma and Penelope.