Mick Cushion

That was brilliant

Cheers Jen

That's fucking outrageous

Thames Water needs £3bn in 8 weeks or it goes bankrupt.

It must go bankrupt, it must not get a penny from Government, it must not be allowed to raise bills.

It is a private company, and it has private debts.

Time go find out what happens when you can’t pay your bills.

Hahahaha

Just fuck him off

He’s already played today

Photo featuring Englad's queen Camilla with kids and reindeer. The caption reads: Camilla decorates royal household with sick children.

Ah here, could she not just put up a tree like the rest of us.

For completely selfish reasons I’m fucking made up the derby has been postponed

2 of their goals don’t go in with Ali in goal, think keheller been sound but that’s just facts

I'd have got Endo on the pitch the second we scored our 3rd

Are we aloud to slag Nunez on here or can we agree he’s fucking awful? Sell him, give the dough to mo and vvd

Some people commenting we look fucked, I disagree, I think we looked a) statues wanting all day on the fucking ball b) clueless - if they’re right up our arse when we’re playing to feet hit it over the top ffs

Midfield fucking abysmal.

It was wool behaviour of the highest standard, I wanted to cut off my ears

No one tell me I don’t take my wife out to the best places

Light before Christmas in the Anglican is boss. Not as good as last year but still boss.

Utter garbage

Thing is Liverpool have had it easy. They have only played Real Madrid, AC Milan Man United, Arsenal, Chelsea, Brighton, Villa, Leverkusen etc etc

Haventplayedabigteamyetfc ❤️

Newsham park this morning

Newsham 645 this morning

Glaurung for sheer evilness

This is Not the Poem I Had Hoped to Write   This is not the poem I had hoped to write when I sat at my desk and the page was white. You see, there were other words I’d had in mind, yet this is what I leave behind.   I thought it was a poem to eradicate war; one of such power, it would heal all the sores of a world torn apart by conflict and schism. But it isn’t.   Lovers, I’d imagined, would quote from it daily, Mothers would sing it to soothe crying babies. And whole generations would be given new hope. Nope.   I had grand aspirations. Believe me, I tried. Humanity examined with lessons applied. But the right words escaped me; so often they do. Have these in lieu. Brian Bilston

Today’s poem is called ‘This is Not the Poem I Had Hoped to Write’.

See what transpires tomorrow first when we haven’t scored after 10

First Date    We’d so much in common, that was clear from the start:  a marriage of souls, like de Beauvoir and Sartre.  The connection was instant, almost irrational:  simply simpatico, fully compatible.    You confessed you loved winter, north Yorkshire, and cats.  ‘Me, too!’ I responded. ‘How amazing is that?’   You were wild about Wharton: you loved Ethan Frome.  ‘His best,’ I said, thinking I’d read him when home.     You praised a revival of Pinter’s Dumb Waiter.  I nodded along. I should google that later.  The discussion then turned to things that you hated:  Pulp Fiction, you thought, was quite over-rated.    ‘You make some good points,’ I eventually said.  I could always hide that poster under my bed.   You spoke of a loathing of poetry that rhymed  and I said yes,  that stuff’s awful.  Brian Bilston

Today’s poem is called ‘First Date’.

Both in the news today for differing reasons. Michael Sheen who remortgaged his house to fund the Homeless World Cup, Jeremy Clarkson who bought a farm to evade tax.

This nuclear testing programme on bbc 2 is harrowing, how fucking horrible to treat people like that. Shameful

Ta Jen