Monkeys Fist

Presumably they follow a team, and I could be wrong but I don’t think there’s any club in the top two divisions who don’t have multi-ethnic squads. Do they, then, hate their own players?

Hyper Bollocks is the word you’re looking for

Really?

NHS are crying out for nurses, apparently …

Those were t’days

In Johnson’s office, on your knees, mouth open.

Because by turning up 3 times a week she can claim approx £60k a year, tax-free. She doesn’t actually even need to physically turn up, she can claim for online meetings. That’s not including travel, accommodation and food expenses, all paid for. https://www.parliament.uk/globalassets/documents/lords-finance-office/2022-23/members-guide-april-2023-web-version.pdf

Why are they getting upset about this, they picked a bloke in a monkey suit as mayor?

Rag week, innit blud?

Geology rocks, but Geography is where it’s at, man.

Nice post

Jesmond and Gosforth this evening

We need Betelgeuse to wait until winter to go boom, so that it’s visible in the night sky. Yellowstone can wait a few thousand, cheers.

How do you spot an extrovert engineer? He stares at your shoes when he’s speaking to you.

Lambig apparently

Three glasses in could be from Nigeria for all you’ll care. But, aye, it is.

Have you been to see the old stones yet? Also, Calvados.

There’s also one under Naples, which Vesuvius is a part of, Campi Flegri.

Inspired by last week’s eruption in Walkergate, I went down the rabbit of one of my favourite subjects- volcanoes. Found this picture of Mt.St.Helens erupting, taken from Mt. Adams. There’s just seconds between the two photos. Also, Mt. Adam’s is almost 40 miles away from Mt. St. Helens.

Whatson?

Here’s the BBC article about The Light. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-65821747 Dangerous fuckers these.

A mate posted a video of them doing Back in Black. The band were great- Brian was Brian

Although they aren’t a tribute band, it feels wrong not to mention The Hipthrusters- incredible band. They’d only play a couple of times a year at our gaff, but the lock-ins afterwards were insane. Usually ended with everyone getting kicked out by the cleaner when she started her shift on Sunday morning ( she was John Davison the boxer’s mam. 4ft tall, 3 stone wet, and had a wig that seemed to always align with magnetic north regardless of which way she was facing, but you didn’t argue with her I was friendly with Rob, their guitarist, who worked behind the bar in the Queens Arms on Wallsend High St. and I’d call in once a week to get my baccy and weed , openly sold over the bar

I remember them. Great name, shite band. Best name of all the regular bands that would play there was the Star-Spangled Chestwigs. Lovely people too. After Midnight were a Clapton tribute band that were as dull and boring as you’d imagine, although I had a great night at a lock-in after one of their gigs when Brian Johnson turned up to see his old mate from Geordie, who was their bassist.

It’s Fist Jnr’s 13th birthday today, so we had family round this afternoon for drinks and nipples in the glorious sunshine. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all just ruined because two musicians who I couldn’t give a flying fuck about had gigs at the regions two stadiums.… at the same time. As if the cost of living crisis, global warming, and creaky joints wasn’t bad enough, they throw this at me. Ruined, I tell thee.