Leighton Baines keeping an eye on you there.
These shoes. The Cabbage pub.
It must be coming up to tea time. Not taken his eyes off me. Hasn’t even blinked.
Never see proper assaults any more do you? #fraesp
There you go Mr Shakespeare, knock a couple of 4 letter words out over that.
Me examining a new follower.
Mary Poppins! What’s that? #EFC
Thoughts with Nookie at this sad time.
These fucking bell ends. Talking about Haaland like he’s the bogey man.
A tiresome little weasel writes…
“One up the bum, nearly done”
“He’s not Bono, he’s rubbish.”
In, “won’t they ever learn?” news.
OK, what the actual fuck is this and do I need to move house?
“Hello Mitch, are you dead?”
“And now, The Labour Party”.
"I will make a statement on my future in public life at 2pm."
"I will make a statement on my future in public life at 2pm."
It’s all the Moors putting it about down there innit.
No wonder his eyes popped out.
Reminds me of that Fawlty Towers sketch.
“A striker, a centre half and a couple of fullbacks, PLEASE!”
(“A gin and lemon, an orange squash and a scotch and water, PLEASE!”)
