I’d be minded to disagree on the second count - this is the argument thread, after all – if only because my mother was a clinical psychologist and some days she wasn’t a ****er. I’m too busy trying to quell the prickling feeling that you maybe took my quote as being real, however. I should hate to add to your general contempt of psychology, after all, by having you think that any of the above was true. Mummy would never forgive me.
was at a hurling challenge match tonight. Loads of the kids turned up, more than would watch the very local soccer team, and that is in a soccer mad city. the local gaelic football team have 80-100 kids on a saturday morning. Not bad in this city.
When you said that I thought of the main character in Bones (which I am watching right now incidentally) who has the same attitude
They are always gonna play the game, but I've noticed that a lot of them dont bother turning up to watch the county games because they wanna watch Chelsea, Man U, Arsenal, Liverpool on TV.
Don't do it. Step away from the fridge, Hornette, and come out with your hands above your head. (Disgraceful.) I feel faint even thinking about it.
Ha. I didn't see you commenting there. I was too busy chastising you for your culinary outrages. (But yes to the prickling feeling thing. Definitely.)
My brother used to make 'scooby snacks'... Three rounds of bread Steak Bacon Onions Peanut Butter Tomato Ketchup <bokeinhatsmiley>
You know i can't, the pull is too strong. Oh no, but you said so, damn the dilemma! Ohhh okayyy. Just coz it's you
you're not at work anymore then? ****ing hate the lot of them. had to deal with forensic psychologist for the last 3 years.
Good for you, Rebel. A man of wisdom. If this wasn't the argument thread, I'd suggest a cuddle. Now back off.
