Monkeys Fist

As I understand it, he’s enrolled on the course but doesn’t yet have a Pro Licence. Surely such a massive club as our sister loving chums wouldn’t even entertain someone with such lowly status?

Have a look at his wiki page just now. They’re desperate

This is the kind of pedantry that gets me through the day.

Would’ve been 3/3 for Labour in the councillor vote, except for the fact that I had to tolerate one of them when my daughter was best mates with her son (now daughter), at primary school. An absolute weapons-grade cunt of a woman, so the Greens got my third X instead. This is how elections are won and lost, eh?

Braverman in the news again.

Since the internet, you’re goddamned right!

Well, tonight is just getting better and better.

I wonder if Ten Pence has been wfh?

How much work do you think PL would actually be getting on with, likesay?

She had to tattoo lines to make sure her writing didn’t go to fuck. If she stays in business she might learn joined up writing.

Just spoken to him- was like a dog eating chips So, that’s a “Yes Please!”

Nice one. Sorry about the late reply but after I posted I was off in to the Great Wilderness north of Coldstream, where mobile connectivity mean’s glueing yourself to a horse. I’ll have a word with Fist Jnr when I get home in half an hour. He’s got the guitars, drums and a keyboard ( just need to introduce him to the Dark Arts of Bass), so it sound a right up his straße! If there’s still one going spare I’ll give you a shout in a bit?

What is it?

I’m giving him way too much credit by actually reading his post, here, but he contradicts himself totally. Lucky Ipswich had a penalty denied. Unlucky Blackburn had two goals correctly disallowed. As TBD says ( Incidentally, also found Mr. RaspberryJamQuiffThompers as TF)

He wishes you were.

They say that’s an Archer from the Mary Rose, but we know who it really is.

We have our very own … “To be fair, when I spoke to Sandra, she said she was making mince and dumplings for tea, which, to be fair, is me favourite “.

You make some good points here, but I’m curious- should we deduct or add said points?

Of course you don’t, Lee, of course you don’t. Ask your Mam when she brings your tea down.

It’ll more likely be something else, Thompers.

Your patter reeks. When I used to work on the ropes, we had the BT call centres and high rise admin contract. The one in Glasgow had this fucking huge woman as facilities manger, I mean she had a gunt that could run an oil burning generator for a year or two. Fucking massive. She was also an absolute twat, the type who treated contractors as if she was paying them with her own money. Everywhere else for BT, I’d have a few minutes chat with the FM, then get the lads together and have a quick toolbox talk. This fucking whale insisted on having the whole crew in the FM office and she’d go through each floor of the building, telling us where “extra care” was needed, where was “parrrticularrly duurty” etc. One time, we had a few new lads with us, so just before we went in to her office I turned around, got all the lads attention and said ” I’m sure you’ve heard the tales about Moby here- all true. One very important thing lads, whatever you do, don’t picture her shitting on her glass coffee table back home” Then opened the door and ushered everyone in. It was fucking glorious- as she started listing off smears and stains I could hear the lads behind biting their tongues, cough/laughing, turning in to Finbarr Saunders- a couple excused themselves saying they needed the toilet. Worked a fucking treat

As a surprise for your dinner guest?