Never really had any interaction with you on here Dave as I hate football with a passion, but WTF are you talking about?

I'm disgusted with how Kev has been tried by his best mates/people who he let close to him in his time of great need!

Then people try to say an Eastenders thread will make everything ok!

Perhaps a huge apology to Kev (although I would blame him if he told you's to F'off) and warmly welcome him back to where he belongs.

No offence mate but I really would wind your neck in.
Most of us are disgusted with how Kev was treated but I think we all know that Blonde will continue whether it be in the ridic Blondenders thread or your football bets?

At the end of the day;

Kev is Frank Butcher in Blondenders
Kev has enjoyed reading Blondenders and thinks its pretty funny
Me and Kev found the perfect picture for him as Frank in Blondenders
Kev knows my exact thoughts on what happened to him on here

So by all means have a pop at people about Kev, but its got cock all to do with the Blondenders thread.

As for making it more cliquey? Dont really get that either, ask for a character and your away.

I just chose my own......ask?

£850 for a chair is still too much ffs!

You will probably sit in the chair more than your car.
What price a bad back?

Marv - just got the old "Hope you die of cancer" verbals playing on-line.
FFS - why are some people such fkn tossers.
 

I turn chat off now. I have nothing to say to anybody online.

Mind you I never seem short of a word or two in a live game

useless bugger

You have got my lucky quids in your pocket. Now get it won.

I don't know what the fuss is about. This forum is and always has been what we make it.

Have you ever had to walk up the stairs at Hampstead? I believe it is the deepest underground station. I went to school at Hampstead and when the lifts were out of order it was such a long trek up the stairs.

My dear TJ I have tried not walk up the stairs at our house.

Taken from Wiki

It has the deepest lift shaft on the Underground at 181 feet. There is also a spiral emergency staircase, made up of over 320 steps.

So it is highly unlikely that I will be going to check that the number 320 is correct. Mind you thinking of the Topography of Hampstead it is not a surprise........

Is anybody going for this evenings comedy night?

LOLZ, you really do that Snat? WP, even though not a preggers female or Tikay-aged dude.
Just caught up with this thread...
If you want the ultimate hand-rail-ahead-of-foot-movement escalator, get yo ass down to the Beau Rivage. You'll end up 12ft tall and it only goes up one level.
They've been showing a WPT event from 'The Beau' on Sky Sports the last couple of nights. Absolute quality. Some old guy called Hilbert, who used to knock around with Doyle and Dewey, made the final four. So southern it's beyond belief. Can't wait to get back there next January. Table for four at the barbequuuuuuuue joint please, me, Dooey, Doyley and Hilbert.

I wish I did it more, but some mornings I am asleep and some I am surrounded by city types so I don't bother. Sometimes I am so early there is nobody standing....
 I might get a game in Miami when I go over there with work. I promise to write it up if I do. Biloxi sounds nuts. Maybe you should wear a t-shirt with country music sucks, or Gay power to see if you can tilt half the table before you start. Of course you may not get away alive but it would be exciting!

Isn't it great how this totally innocuous subject touches so many people with such memories.....I love it.

Since my reacquaintance with the tube one thing, more than any other, has troubled me. I was always brought up to give up my seat to somebody older or a woman. Now apparently this is, in our new super evolved everything is equal society, not the done thing. Oh no, not only now does the poor bloke who offers his seat feel embarrassed, but the poor lady who is the recipient of this gallantry, can feel the daggers of every feminist and down trodden man willing her to say “No it is okay thank you”. Of course the look on her face is one that says “Of course I want to sit down. I am woman. I am programmed to only buy shoes that kill my feet!”

So to today and the mother of all dilemmas. The train reaches Hampstead and the most drop dead gorgeous thirty something gets onto the train. I mean immaculate. I do so love business women. The smart suit, the faint aroma of very expensive perfume. Now I should give up my seat. In my world it is the right thing to do. Of course if I do then the whole train are going to be judgemental in the extreme. Torn. Totally unsure what to do next. The funny thing is I know that I am not the only one having these thoughts.

I have a bloke standing right in front of me and he will sit in the seat if I just stand up. I know he will do this as I saw him push in front of Lady Lovely as they got on. So the question is what should I do? So I smile at Lady Lovely and tell her I am getting off at the next stop whilst in one fluid movement standing on Peter Pushy’s foot so that she could sit down. The train pulls in at Belsize Park and I get off. And get straight back on one car down.

This is I know quite ludicrous behaviour. Or is it? You see I honestly believe that nothing in life is equal. I am a six foot tall, fat, bald, glass wearing man. I am different to every other man and for that matter every other woman. If I want to give up my seat why should I feel so guilty or even give a toss about the rest of the train. The truth is I don’t. I do, however, care that my actions might cause somebody else embarrassment.......

Until next week. The next Eastbound train will arrive in four minutes.

Well done Chompy, dragged my team out of the Wooden Spoon position  


Now all I have to do is find out which island Adrian "the Pilot" Puller has  crash landed on and drag him back to the G, Stake Josh "Matrix" Pope at the 1.6 premium he suggested last week and try to change my own name from  Chris "donkoffbigstacksandfinishoneofthemoney" Roberts, then we may sniff mid table!

Don't worry it is a Snickers not a Marathon

Go on to the reed.co.uk site. loads of other agencies post their positions on this site.

Please check the amendment on page183. Says it all

This comp was always definitely included.....

I am saddened to have to report that I seem to have had a reaction to a tube illness. It would appear to be quite a bad illness and I don’t think there is a cure for it. I have detected that the majority of tube station escalators are suffering from Creeping Handrail. Indeed both Albert and Victoria have contracted this malady.

 The symptoms of the illness are as follows. Well initial outward signs are undetectable. One just gets on the escalator and rests one hand gently on the handrail. Holding neither too firmly or lightly. Just gripping exactly as it would say in the user guide, if there were one. Ever so slowly I notice that my hand is starting to creep away from the rest of my body. My reaction to this illness is of course stubbornness. It takes such a short period of time, but soon enough, I am stretched out so far that I look like something from a Norman Wisdom movie.

Now the logical thing to do would be to just let go, but it is not that easy. You see let’s assume that germs can survive on an escalator handrail for as long as they can on a door handle, as portrayed in the government awareness campaign. Every time I put my hand on the handrail I run the risk of picking up something unpleasant. If I let go and then grip again, I am doubling the risk of picking up an illness. Worse still if I just hold lightly and let the handrail slip through my hand, it turns me into a germ collecting dam.

So there is nothing for it but to hold on and not let go, though I have to admit that I do get some strange looks and comments. My favourite to date is “How can you be drunk at 8 o’clock in the morning”.

Now where is my book on Howard Hughes?

This special bonus post was brought to you courtesy of Edgware Road station.

you mention poker?

yes

i would get that off the CV if I were you, stay at home dad or granny mugger or child molester or something, pretty much anything better than being a gambler, even if you find someone who understands/plays the game they will still think you'll be up all night playing and falling asleep at work.

Definitely true