You
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Wonāt pay for BT sport
BBC football website is an utter Liverpool wank fest today with no less than 8 articles on the main page, need to give it a wide berth for a month or two until they calm down a bit.
Or they get a massive dose of the Universeās āFuck you, hereās two losses for youā, which we are all (some not so secretly) hoping for
Iām biased, having lived in the city for 25 years and having three people closely related to me thatāll be very pleased if Liverpool do well.
I must admit I sat chuckling at all the venom last night. Personally, my beef with Liverpool ended when chancer Rodgers left the building, and also, when Everton nicked Koeman.
They really are the most irritating bunch of wankers. Second only to the Narridge fans and the whole āwe are championsā thing that is droning on and on in the local Sheep Rustling Times.
āItās a miracleā
What a load of shit. Iāve heard it twice over the last two nights, largely on account of a couple of English teams overcoming first leg deficits to prevail to an all English Champions League final.
These were not miracles. They simply deviate from whatever punditry bollocks was dropped in the first place.
Enough to drive you to drink. I do not believe if you looked in the dictionary that the definition of miracle would include āLiverpoolā or āTottenhamā.
Iām not sure the term has ever had much value.
When you boil it down, football or not, a āmiracleā comes down to something happening that most thought impossible.
In football pundit world, itās slightly different. āImpossibleā merely means āat odds with my cast-iron prediction of two days agoā.
Exactly. All a variable in the wonderous unfolding of our lives. To me, every day above ground is a miracle to behold. As long as I awake in the morning with all my faculties in tact, BOOM, miracle right there
People who use the pay at the pump and then go into the kiosk to buy something therefore holding everyone up!!
Petrol stations arenāt your favourite place are they Bob?
I have nothing against petrol stations per se, what I have a grudge with is stupid people.
Earth is not going to be a pleasant planet for you, Bob. Theyāre everywhere and most are just smart enough to stay out of contention for a Darwin award.
Spotify again(and YouTube). Fancied listening to Park Jiha, on water, but the album Philos(that i downloaded) has disappeared(from both), but offers it to me in vinyl or CD to buy(havenāt i already paid?).
Have we moved back in time a good few decades, or have we lost our understanding of who āthe marketā is supposed to serve?
This is a similar reason to hating the software companyās I buy a product I want to install it on all my devices but why should I have to pay for every time I install it on another of my own devices rip of fucking crooks.
Its like buying a record and only being allowed to play it once on your old mans turntable.
We live in quite a nice place in a nice block. But as I left the block this morning there seemed to be blood on the door. When I got back I noticed blood up the stair well. Not good. Another resident saw blood on a car in the car park and later on some other residents said they heard a commotion somewhere in the block. I saw a police officer out in the car park mentioning an incident. I slept through what ever happened last night.
Time to move.
The shitburger. Anyone that has worked for any length of time will have chowed down on this faecal sandwich. Itās that thing that you never knew about before, but is suddenly very important, very time-consuming and yet, has to be done within a short space of time.
I think the shitburger is the reason so many identify with Scotty from Star Trek, very much a recurring character in the 1960s original rather than main player.
He got a shitburger every week, the poor bastard. Us mere mortals only have to taste of the shitburger but occasionally.
Certain member of my business stream have become consummate shit burger flippers.
Iāve started their PDRs with their line managers today - any sense of automatic entitlement to a company year end bonus has been firmly pushed in to the long grass.
Laundered my bedding this morning, hanging on the washing line to dry taking advantage of the lovely sunny weather. Just been outside and a seagull has crapped all over my quilt cover. Fuck knows what it has been eating but it must have gone back for seconds, made a right mess. Bastard!