Monkeys Fist

He was a right minger.

Depends if you have an ID card, mein herr.

I genuinely thought my dad was mates with him. We were walking down Grey st. and saw the bow-legged bugger striding up towards us, as we passed my Dad said “ How Mac!” he replied “ Awright mate!” My dad went from “magic Dad” to “Supermac’s mate” as far as I was concerned, and told every fucker that would listen for the next week or two. I was 5-6, so this would’ve been in ‘74.

I’m opposed to mandatory ID carrying as a point of principle, but the points about so many people already submitting identifiers online regularly does weaken the argument against this. It’s a slippery slope to “ papers please”.

Wolfy wouldn’t countenance any of this because he hadn’t seen it WITH HIS OWN EYES!!!

It was, and there’s evidence it filled relatively quickly, but it was way before any modern humans were about, I think. (Just looked it up, 5.3 million years ago. ) Edit; You must have posted whilst I was typing this shit out It still blows my mind that the North Sea was land a relatively short time ago, within the human era.

FTMd YP

I think Howe will make some changes, but not wholesale ones. We are not winning the CL, our presence in it could likely negatively affect our final league position, as we’re not yet there squad-wise to be able to fight on all fronts, so we might not qualify via the league. This is our shortest, fastest route to guaranteed European football next year, it’s over and done just over halfway through the season, and we’ve just won it. Eddie will be treating this as seriously as any other game imo, which I’d guess means another red from the bench for TOT

This is one of the parts of Graham Hancock’s crack that does actually make sense, and has some independent academic confirmation of it happening. One glacier boffin described how ice acts when it melts- he gave the example of a block of ice a few feet square. On top of it, the melt water runs off the edges fairly quickly, but towards the middle, it pools. As the melting continues, the central pool increases in size and depth, whereas the edges of the block remain fairly intact. This is due to the pool raising the temperature of the ice below it faster than the meltwater at the block’s edges, which runs off , or later, back towards the pool, keeping the ice temperature at the edge lower. Eventually, you’ve got a big, deep pool of water being held in by ever thinning walls of ice, which inevitably collapse at some point, releasing the pool in one go. He said this happens regardless of scale, and mentioned the Laurentide Ice Sheet which covered North America. It was up to 2.5 miles thick in parts and would have collapsed in the manner described several times during its retreat at the end of the last ice age, with huge, almost unimaginable floods flowing down what is now the coarse of the Mississippi. There is clear geological evidence of this having happened. Anyone in its way would have been wiped out, obviously, but anyone who wasn’t in its path that witnessed it would have seen something utterly insane, and would most likely have made sure the story was told to future generations. This happened all across the globe at the end of the last Ice Age, and Hancock speculated, fairly reasonably tbh, that this would explain the existence of Great Flood myths throughout ancient cultures across the world.

I think Clark’s was on Northumberland St? Cant remember exactly as I was only about 6 or 7.

Were they the pants with like a 5 button high waistband, and fuck-off big flares? If so, aye, I wanted them too, only to get the same reply from Ma Fist as the jumper

I had my heart set on getting a pair of black riders , waited for ages too, ( I didn’t realise at the time that it was because we were brassic ), eventually the day came and she took me in to Clark’s, and I couldn’t get the fucking things on! Some flowery tart from Clark’s did some measurements of my feet and declared I had an “unusually high instep”, meaning I couldn’t get my riders. She got me a pair of black monkey boots and I fucking them, because they weren’t riders. My feet are still fucking mental, like.

Also, to my young mind, all the lads in there seemed to be wearing variations of this jumper, I begged my Mam to get me one but was told no because it was “what the hooligans wore”. I mean, she was right, but still… howay man Mother man.

I remember looking over at it as a nipper from the west stand and being both terrified and fascinated by it. The crowd in there was like a huge single organism, moving and singing as one. Also, fucking radge

That’s a terrible thing to ‘appen.

“ sudden hault” ” as we were ridding up” Ffs man, this is the Precedent

He looks like Charlie Kirk 0.02 seconds after he “miraculously” stopped a bullet.

Aye, pleased that you’re able to honour his sacrifice man. Also, at the reception afterwards, gan steady on the Pastis! It’s rocket fuel.

Claudia Cardinale, all three of her, Pane Marrone at 87. She received critical acclaim, but she also had her knockers.

I tried telling him to be shit, but he didn’t have it in him- hated giving away goals. Anyway, he fucked it off and joined Cubs, a decent troop too that did loads of camping and activities- right up his straße! He’s now a very decent climber tbh.

My lad joined a local club when he was at primary school, just because he loved playing - he wasn’t outstandingly talented but neither did he have two left feet. It took one season, most of which he spent in goal*, before he asked me if he could leave. Almost without exception the parents were insufferable cunts, all thinking their little fucks were Ronaldo. * even though he didn’t want to be a keeper, he was absolutely fearless in nets and took numerous boots to the head in matches, as well as being a pretty damned decent stopper. Because of that, they kept playing him in nets, where he didn’t want to be. Catch 22.

Oh yes it can!