It’s not him. It’s the ****ty stadium speakers. At least they’ve turned him down a bit to stop my ears bleeding.He not very good, too heavy on the keys and too shouty. Four out of ten for effort
The rule is you can't drink alcohol within sight of the pitch I believe, which is a technicality of course but because it is worded that way any vessel that looks like an alcoholic drink would need to be banned. That's why you can't stand in the doorway or windows of a box drinking a pint.I was discussing this at the last home game with my mates. I was thinking of getting a Guinness Zero in a plastic glass and taking it to my seat in the South Stand then await for some jobsworth steward to tell me that I can’t drink alcohol in the stand. Cue the “discussion”.
I picked up a mcdonalds bag near my house on a dog walk the other night, thrown from a car window right in front of me. I put his number plate in my phone and when I have more time I will probably spread rumours online that the owner of that car is a sex offender who stalks little kids.The feral twat walking down Anlaby Road who threw his empty wrapper on the floor when he was literally 2 metres away from a bin.
I picked up a mcdonalds bag near my house on a dog walk the other night, thrown from a car window right in front of me. I put his number plate in my phone and when I have more time I will probably spread rumours online that the owner of that car is a sex offender who stalks little kids.
I take littering very seriously.
litterally?I picked up a mcdonalds bag near my house on a dog walk the other night, thrown from a car window right in front of me. I put his number plate in my phone and when I have more time I will probably spread rumours online that the owner of that car is a sex offender who stalks little kids.
I take littering very seriously.
I picked up a mcdonalds bag near my house on a dog walk the other night, thrown from a car window right in front of me. I put his number plate in my phone and when I have more time I will probably spread rumours online that the owner of that car is a sex offender who stalks little kids.
I take littering very seriously.
It's never stopped some ****s doing it on here.By all means grass him/her up for littering but never ever falsely acuse someone of being a sex offender or being dodgy around kids.
That's serious **** that can go wrong very easily.
I wasn't being serious.By all means grass him/her up for littering but never ever falsely acuse someone of being a sex offender or being dodgy around kids.
That's serious **** that can go wrong very easily.
It's never stopped some ****s doing it on here.
Do you think there is a help line he can call..I wasn’t going to comment on this but seeing as though it’s the hot topic on the board my FOMO took over.
Is this the same jar that you’ve had three failed attempts at or three separate jars, presumably having got a more proficient jar opener to assist in opening the previous jars?
If it’s three jars in two weeks that I have to say your consumption of beetroot is highly impressive but also concerning in equal measure.
‘How much beetroot do you get through in two weeks?’ isn’t a question I pose to my mates too often. If it was I dare say anyone replying’ 3 jars’ would be the winner by some distance. How big these jars are is factor, of course it is.
Beetroot is a marvellous source of various nutrients but all the vinegar can’t be good for you.
Have you thought you might have a beetroot problem?
Apart from not being able to open the jars.
Obvz.
I picked up a mcdonalds bag near my house on a dog walk the other night, thrown from a car window right in front of me. I put his number plate in my phone and when I have more time I will probably spread rumours online that the owner of that car is a sex offender who stalks little kids.
I take littering very seriously.

Unfortunately it happens everywhere on a regular basis now doesnt it. I usually say something or hand it back to them a few moments later when I have caught them up but the days of me being able to catch an Audi A1 are way past me.....if they ever existed anyway!
I found myself telling him off before i could stop myself. "What the **** you doing? There's literally a bin there."
He had earbuds in, so dunno if he heard me though. I picked his wrapper up and put it in the bin myself