“‘An’ our Kieran was never much of a football player, but John Terry isn’t much of a man”
Mike Duff
“‘An’ our Kieran was never much of a football player, but John Terry isn’t much of a man”
Mike Duff
Four months left, only need to do another 50 hours’ overtime to break last year’s earnings PB. If they have me in on Dec 25/26 that drops by half.
Rostering won’t know what’s hit ‘em in 2027 when the mortgage is paid off. They’ll be lucky if I do 4 days a week then…
Only the true grafters were up and at it at 0530 today. Lovely crisp Sunday morning, clear as a bell. Love this job so much I’m knocking off at 2 then going back to it 12 hours later. It’s deffo that and not the 12 hours OT I’m getting paid on top to cover someone who’s gone sick. Nope.
This is wonderful stuff. Delighted for you.
No, I don’t go any more and doubt I’ll ever go again either unless it’s a corporate freebie. Manchester is always a goer though, especially if the sun’s out…although it does depend on the trains cos like fuck I’m getting a bus.
Ah well, ne’er to worry. However, when the weather turns, I will endeavour to find time for a jar anyway.
You never told ‘the tale’ of that, although that’s probably because it’s for telling in person rather than on the internet. If I ever get round to having a pint with you again, I shall insist on finally hearing it.
I’m impressed that a Leeds boozer has views of the M602 tbh.
I reckon that must be a piss easy jib. Was at a bar right outside a couple of years ago when Chic were on and I could have dead easy just wandered in and nobody would have noticed.
Might try it next summer.
Halcyon days. Could almost write a book on her United days. Obv the ‘blind man incident’ would have to be the final chapter…
Out and back in 23 and a half hours, with about 4 hours on the piss in the city and a bus full of lads asking who the fuck did I know in Milan that I wasn’t stopping to drink with them. I only knew about 6 of them ffs! Trainers destroyed in them fucking bogs in the San Siro. Mint but near killed me.
Aye, he wasn’t having it at all, was he? Miserable get.
Here’s Mike in (what is, in my opinion) his finest hour…
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Car Trouble!
Had the table next to Mike from Mike’s Carpets (and glamorous blonde companion) at the Frontier, Batley, around 1994/95ish.
This HAS to be the winner, right? How can anyone out-shit this?
Never knew you could check* this.
* wish I hadn’t found out, I’ve seen what comes out me wage each year nowadays and it hurts more than TWO Chinese burns
Meh, 100 miles out. Not bad for me tbh.
Head Of Steam?
It’s one of life’s certainties. Isn’t ever going to happen, not even if they expand it to 64 teams. I’m sure Hamish knows what I was getting at…
“but, well, you know”…
As long as you have digs booked they just check your coupon matches the passport photo and wave you in. There *could* be issues in a World Cup if you get beyond the group stages and can’t be sure where you’ll be for the knock out games, but, well, you know…
I’m thinking of calling an EGM.
View from Manchester Road, looking down Kiln Hill. Was in Slawit having a few pints on Sunday afternoon. Cricket season nearly upon us, sadly the club are ruining the summer for me by taking San Miguel off and replacing it with Krony. Livid.
It must have still been holding meetings in the mid-late 1970s, cos my dad took me to one there, think he wanted to see if we’d enjoy it before he took us to Odsal to watch proper stock car racing.
He has. And he’s a stone dead ringer for a [white] bloke I occasionally work with.
Think this is the longest I’ve ever seen that bridge between repainting and being graffiti’d. Have The Pies all died out or summat?
Oh fuck, wish I’d seen this first. So sorry, lost both my dogs earlier in the year and know the emptiness it leaves.
Dog’s name, is it?
What if your cat was called Goatse?