What`s the buggers doing with the watter like?
It's a secret.
What`s the buggers doing with the watter like?
Whisper it then.
What nasty?
Depends on my mood. If I'm having a good day I'd like to meet everyone. If my head is shed there is a few of you I'd rather avoid until my head would be in the right place. Not going to say who because it's all for different and totally separate reasons.
I don't know, I'm not a mason so they won't tell me. Ask Diddles.
Bonjour amigo.
I'm scared to say who I'd have a pint with, I can picture half of them saying "**** you I'd rather have a drink with Pol Pot than you Manc Bastard".
Bonjour amigo.
I'm scared to say who I'd have a pint with, I can picture half of them saying "**** you I'd rather have a drink with Pol Pot than you Manc Bastard".

We will have a pint one day before the matchI'd like to have a pint with you, Billy(this is not me asking you for a date, mind) as well as most on here (that I haven't already done so with) with the odd exception . . . .
Comm., 'cos he thinks that I'm a woofta
Terry, 'cos he omitted me from his list this afternoon(although before that I'd love to have done)
Coco 'cos I'm not a nurse
Monty 'cos I'm not a Nursery nurse
I'm just going through your list, Billy
Murray 'cos I don't know who he is (I haven't seen him around for blinking ages)
Me 'cos I've got now't to offer
Wandy, who isn't on the list, 'cos, like Monty, English doesn't seem to be his 'first' language. . . . only joking, mind
I would like to have a pint with Thrush (Cardew), Disco, Tigger, Vince, Diddles, Qwop and Somb. too, of those that aren't on that list . . . . I've enjoyed meeting/drinking with a few others, who know who they are
What a soppy git
p.s. for some of this my tongue is firmly where it should be (and those bits are, hopefully, obvious)
Ha bet there's a few who'd give me a wide birth too. To be liked by everybody would be wonderful but life doesn't work that way, especially when you're couple of rat bastards like us![]()

In my day I would have to be the biggest piss-pot on these boards having worked in the "Ash Game" (Asphalt road gang for the best part of 23 years) where we'd 'neck a bottle' at 5.30am on the way to work (no kidding), a couple of stubbies at morning smokoe, another two at lunch, a bottle on the way back to the depot, another on the way to the pub where we would drink till 'stumps' every night. I was as close to being an alcoholic as you can get but had the presence of mind to 'dry out' at the weekend. My heart is such that it would be very doubtful for me to travel long distances again but, should I ever make the trip back 'home' I will let you all know and would be glad to take the trip up to Sunderland, have a look round and buy you all a drink or two. Would be marvelous.
