Jim Procter

Specifically, the stout. Preferably next to a canal :)

Having just clicked your profile @brewsmithjames.bsky.social - I feel you should sponsor me.

As a Burnley boy in south Manchester- where can I find your beer?

I got a reasonably sized organisation banned from a football club by breaking into the pitch and taking a penalty during their conference drinks.
I did *not* use a fire door. Dumb fuckers shouldn’t show off.

Starting an acknowledged version of fesshole. Which used to be good….

And, there are many others - where I’d actually like anonymity:)

At the best house party I’ve hosted, one of my dearest friends drew blood during over excitable horseplay.
2 hours later, he was so drunk I convinced him to jump off the garage roof and use the gazebo as a stunt mat.
As he lay, stunned on the grass, I poured beer in his face.

When I was about 7 I tied up my annoying elder brothers arms and legs, and pushed him off a wall.
45 years later, he complains about this. And *everybody* gives me a knowing wink.

I’ve put several real ones in - never seen them.

Fucking Noah! Really?

How many cups?

You know, if enough of us say on the internet that it's important to wash your cybertruck with saltwater and lemon juice to preserve the finish, eventually ChatGPT will start telling cybertruck owners that.

Thought it was, err, gods house.

Spoiler - if you go to Graceland, you can’t see the toilet.

I try and stop at an exact pound value, without any “feathering”. I think I’ve managed it like once.

I told a story in a pub and someone called bullshit. My very earnest daughter, then about 9 said “I wasn’t there for that one, but it’s pretty tame for daddy”. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

I assume every fesser reads the replies - I wonder how many reply (not an accusation, BTW 😃)

And how did it work out, for gods sake

Or walking to the bastard chippy

I suspect she’s a comedy genius.

I must have known Benedict cummerbach (?) reasonably well for about 6 months at uni. Have no recollection of him, whatsoever.

(I’m sure the opposite is also true :) )

holy shit lmao

Stay on the path, lads.

And that he didn’t murder the mother

Coffee.

And, it’s only a decade ago that I got intel he was still alive. The mad old stringy bastard. Bet he had some stories. Assume he must be gone now.

At high school in 80’s we had an amazing ex forces tech guy (cycled 15 miles each way to school over the Pennines).
Used to sharpen my pocket knife(*) for me, and then taught me to do it. I’m shit however.
(* - not used for anything a pocket knife isn’t intended for)

Genius.

Crowd picture.

#pulp

YouTube video by Antigone Journal We're just normal men, we're just innocent men (Lauren and Hacker: full clip)

I frequently call him mutley. But really, we’re just normal, innocent men

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Crazed looking hyena dog

He is the finest dog.

Except when he decides to do zoomies at 1am. On a narrow boat.