Lol, people in this thread who don't think it's one big edited stage managed con. You're being taken for fools.

Deserve everything you get if you eat at Mcdonald's. Scruffs.

She can't even go to court without her son. Pair of oddballs.

Snowdrops in the back garden. Spring not far away. Thank fuck.

Today I am going to show my true colours and that speaks volumes.

Oh no, someone in fashion has died. Up there with football journalists and chefs as people whose inflated opinion of themselves doesn't match the worth they actually have to society.

Always turn any match I watch off as soon as the final whistle goes. Not a fucking chance with this.

I've never wanted a match to go to penalties more in my life. Be head loss all over the shop.

I used to work with Efan Ekokus niece.

You miss the penalty, we come back onto the pitch. Deal. Dodgy as fuck.

It's all very well perving over Liz Hurley until you realise it's her son filming her. The pair of oddballs.

Scenes everyone wants to see.

My Dad had one of those cars in the 80s.

What a man.

Treated myself to a couple of Finisterre sale items off the back of that results. Thanks Pep.

Steve Holland's red and white army.

One hell of a lot of comedowns to this album.

You come after Lucy you better not miss.

First weekend away with our group of friends with me not drinking. Pray for me.

Friday!

Same applies to the word Roman.

Fucks going on, thought I'd muted the word traitors.

Don't becoming on here announcing you've left the other place and expect a pat on the back. You've had more than a year to do it.

If you're on the slot machine at Rivington services at 7am in the morning you probably need to have a word with yourself.

Every time I watch a Lucy Worsley documentary.

50 next year which means probably twenty 'good' years left in me. Ten days into not drinking which is probably up there with the longest I've gone save for the couple of years I lived in the middle east. Feeling the benefits already.

Put my running gear on and then looked out of the window. Fuck. That.

Mutes word 'ice'

Chances of watching United tonight if Neville is on comms.

Fletcher talking about getting the blessing from Ferguson.

Why did nobody tell me Lucy Worsley had a new TV series.

Fell asleep last night watching a documentary on Leonardo da Vinci. Woke up to Instagram showing an AI clip of a tractor with an axe trying to cut in half a giant water melon. We're done as a species.

Not me but my Mrs tore her shoulder ligaments and had to have her shoulder reattached from opening a camping chair. Still in recovery.

My Bluesky is 25% people saying the word wool, 25% Everton fans wanting to kill themselves and the other 50% Leeds and City fans having an opinion on United.

When did Wayne Lineker manage us?

Hang then from the nearest lamppost.

Mens freeski halfpipe on Ski Sunday. For people who weren't actually any good at normal skiing.

Oh no, we've lost sound. How are we going to hear the booing being mistaken for atmosphere.

Commentators making out it's prime Ali Sami Yen Stadium.

Love a good Goldfinch.

Sat in Cork airport so missing the darts.

The number of people on here who 'just nip back' is a fucking joke. Make a statement, as tiny as it may be, and leave.

Lol at the people who watch traitors and think it isn't all pre planned and scripted. Bless.

I like the cut of this Van Veens jib. #TheDarts

Right FC, into these only half a mile from my house and still never been Hurst Cross scummers.

Wall to wall adverts from gambling companies telling people to tone it down a bit if they're gambling too much. Like telling an alcoholic to cut down on their drinking. Fuck the fuck off you parasites.

What I want is a TV documentary channel entirely devoted to documentaries with no quick-cut montages of everything about to happen, which don't give a fuck about keeping my attention, presented by extremely knowledgeable people in a terrible mood who have no interest in trying to make me like them.