Non-stop police sirens, good old Radcliffe.
Non-stop police sirens, good old Radcliffe.
Hootenanys is a shite pub in Inverness where folk music ukele playing queers reside
I've always thought Jools Holland was a twat and his Hootenanny the visual equivalent of a low grade, but debilitating, illness.
Are Jonathan Ross and Graham Norton on ITV and BBC1 respectively, pretending it's New Year's Eve two weeks ago?
Graham Norton was on earlier but finished before 12. I make a habit of never putting on ITV.Originally Posted by Yevrah
Actually spent it with my little brother watching still game and bantering on Facebook. What A time to be alive.
You guys are fuxkign great - especially #clublew
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What's it like lads?
Better.
Pretty much the same as it was 94 minutes ago.
And don't forget, the transfer window has been slammed OPEN.
January 2nd I think, sir.
Raped the wife's period back inside her. Good times lads.
Been dragged to some shit pub by mate cus he used to work here
About to drop some illicit chemicals and hit the clubs. Should be aite.
My mom doesn't want me going into San Francisco because "she just likes having me nearby." We are fucked when I go to college.
I guess the alternative is becoming Lewis though.
Bloody hell Magic. Literally.
And fuck the Anchor too amirite?
Guy on the weather channel says the only way this December will not turn out to be the warmest on record is if it drops to 120 below zero in the next 45 minutes. I wonder what total boner actually took the time to come up with that number.
Happy new year you bunch of lovely bastards.
Was that any good?I watched all three parts of the recent And Then There Were None adaptation (Charles fucking Dance) and it ended at 23.57 in time to hold the dog down during fireworks. Probably my greatest success of last year.
Move to London. We'll get a flat together.
So I've seen in 2016 by crashing my car at 5 in the morning.
One for Lewis really, as he's always on about the roads in Lincolnshire being death traps.
I've hit some black ice on a country road and the car has spun me right round into a ditch. I'm absolutely fine but I had to walk home which was a bit of a ballache. And now I have to sort out getting it out of the ditch tomorrow, which will no doubt be frustrating.
Still though, the car seems alright, I'm not hurt and it could have happened 5 miles further away from my house. So I guess it could be much worse.
I think I'm the last one still in 2015. It's better off without you sods anyways.
I drank heavily last night for the first time in 6-7 months. I'd forgotten the feeling of something having died in your mouth the day after.
Oh, and I witnessed a full on 3v3 brawl on the train home, good times.
Happy new year gentleman.
I went for a meal with my missus and my mate plus missus. Really good steak, great cuisine compared to the usual in Manchester. As soon as midnight hit, I pretty much fucked off home, what's the point staying out after that?
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Stayed in, went through some wine and beers with a takeaway and watched 2015 Wipe and some Jessica Jones on Netflix.
Current 1st world problem: finding somewhere decent that's open and selling breakfast
What a time to be alive.
We went back home at about half 11 to bring the bells in with my dad and step mum who were babysitting. Some right totty out last night.
My shirt lost a button so I had to borrow my step brothers shirt which was a large.
Thanks to the help of a heroic farmer and his tractor, the car is now out of the ditch and back on my drive. I reckon I've got away with this big time, as there's barely a scratch on it and it drives absolutely fine from what I can tell.
So, GOOD NEWS.
I had a great time last night, much to my surprise. I didn't touch a drop (I was driving but I may well be off the booze permanently now anyway, I haven't missed it over the last few months) and the others being pissed didn't bother me. We just talked, played board games and watched telly. It was nice. Lauren was hammered so I took her to work this morning. She has a monster hangover which is obviously quite amusing for me.
It was, yeah. I had read the book fucking ages ago but couldn't remember who did it, and they pulled it off really well. And it has Sam Neill, and Charles Dance donning as usual, so what's not to like.
Her insufferable parents are here so I'm pretending to take ages to get ready upstairs.
We're on steak pie duty with the in laws coming round. Goose fat roast potatoes, orange carrots and peas. Can't wait
I'm watching the Strauss concert from Vienna. It must be the most Nazi thing still in operation. They even have a load of Aryan schoolchildren singing in identical uniforms. Fucking Ban Ki-Moon is there, too. Do I not get a break? Those wankers love anything that reinforces their romantic view of Europe.
I'm in Manchester city centre and it's pretty dead. Fantastic day to mooch about without fuckers annoying you.
Com'on, sort it out. New year, new attitude. Go give her mum a big kiss and cheeky arse grab whilst the father watches.
I'm still in bed. I've not had this kind of lie in for months. I'm going to get up now for a walk, then pop into Sainsbury's to pick up some fruit. Then I'll sit about and read/watch football.
New Year's Day is a nothing day really, isn't it? All the festivities are done with. Still, the day off work is a bonus. I'll probably take the Christmas stuff down tomorrow. Then on Monday work is back to normal and the kids are back at school so the traffic will be shit again.
Calm night last night, spent at home with parents & family and a few lads who came over. Little trooper managed to stay awake until 12.30 to watch some fireworks without kicking a fuss, and went peacefully to bed after, and we got to sleep until 11 this morning which is about as good as it gets for us. Made a fucking stellar dinner with fois gras toast for starter, then lobsters & homebaked bread, then fillet of beef with a bunch of stuff, then tiramisu that my lady made
I'm sat in house of Fraser while the wife tries things on. I've misjudged this day, it's going pear.
I've lost my fucking wallet. I might have to pop into the office to see if it's there. I need it as it has my season ticket in it for fuck's sake.
I've just put a turkey crown in the oven and am about to cut off a slice of biscuit cake to accompany my coffee. Not even getting dressed today
Just woke up. Was planning to go for a ride but feeling like crap, might have to cycle indoors.
I'm eating some cheese with a knife and fork. Tastes at least 150% better that way.
On a stationary bike I hope.Just woke up. Was planning to go for a ride but feeling like crap, might have to cycle indoors.
Probably should have looked on the dining room table before going into work.
Then again, who hasn't that happened to at one stage or another?
My regular bike on a trainer, same thing basically.
They're good craic. A mate of mine used to cycle to work and kept one of those in his locker for quiet nights. Used to be on it loads when we were training.
Went out on New Years Eve. Saw one of my missus' mates get punched by her ex, so I legged him down the road and knocked him out.
Been itching for a scrap, so he did me a favour really. Good lad.
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You can't just go around knocking people out, you knobhead.
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