The Andy Gray/Richard Keys ‘women in football’ fiasco…

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    Talk about being blown totally out of proportion…yes, it was a sexist comment saying women don’t understand the offside rule – there’s a lot of blokes that have trouble getting their heads around it too. But Sian Massey is a PROFESSIONAL REFEREE and had every right to ‘run the line’ during the Wolves vs Liverpool game on Saturday. She got is spot on for Torres’ first goal (I initially thought it was offside, but a replay showed it not to be). Anyway, all this fuss about women not knowing the offside rule, of course they do, courtesy of this explanation: […]

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    Shamelessly stolen from Sickipedia:

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    America, the language we speak in England is rich and varied, with an eclectic mix of accents and tones which are steeped in history and tradition. We have a knack of coining phrases which aptly and deftly describe in great detail, complexity and dexterity, exactly what we are aspiring to achieve with the fluent music of language. Our great nation has exposed to the English speaking world such marvelous manipulators of the spoken and written word. I propose to you: Shakespeare, William Blake, John Milton, Jonathan Swift, Charles Dickens, Rudyard Kipling, Oscar Wilde, C.S. Lewis, George Orwell, H.G. Wells, Sir […]

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    Right…

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    Just let me say now: I’m fed up with being the mediator, the guy who gets between twats with issues – FUCK YOU ALL! Bollocks to the lot of  you – next time I’m gonna stand back and let it go. YOU’RE ALL A BUNCH OF BACK-STABBING CUNTS… I had a great day today until I went back to the Tudor. I’m not going in there again. Job done, find another twat to do what I did. I don’t get paid for it, I don’t deserve the shit…fuck you all very much and goodbye.

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    This is my life:

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    So, off to Stansted early Thursday morning to catch a flight to Prestwick. Did my usual thing of stopping at the 24 hours garage before setting off and checked the oil, water, tyre pressures etc. (this does become relevant), then drove to Stansted, parked up in the long stay and jumped on the flight. Arriving at Prestwick, I was surprised nobody met me off the flight as usually happens (I don’t have a security pass, so cannot go airside). I wandered up to the information desk (doubles as security) and asked if they had a number for the Ryanair hangar, […]

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    The ‘security loop’*

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    So, picture the scene: you’re sat at home nomming on some tasty food, sipping a delicious beverage when the phone rings (most likely landline as no-one seems to call my mobile anymore 🙁 ). You pickup and get some phonemonkey asking for security details before they can discuss your account. I find it hilarious to bring out the following routine: Me: “How do I know you’re who you say you are?” Phonemonkey: “Well, we have your phone number and know your name.” Me:”Um…so does half of the subcontinent of India it seems at times.” Phonemonkey:”Ok, well, verify your secret password […]

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    Just about recovered from the weekend…

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    A 3 day bender after going about 9 months without really going out – yes, I missed work on Monday, but I’m fine now. Anyway, it was time I checked out the new Wetherspoon‘s pub in town – it’s on the site of the old Post Office, and it’s HUGE. Did you notice the name? “The Weeping Ash”. It took about 3 seconds for it to be irrevocably renamed locally as “The Weeping Gash”. But the food is cheap and good 🙂 and despite what I’d heard about the (lack of) service, I was impressed. Of course, it’s taken away […]

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