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WALT AGAIN!!! Good for the GD this.

PHILLIP WALTER FODEN!!!

GET IN KEVIN!!!

COME ON CITY!!!

Remember that well. CUNTS!!!

I've only shit myself once but it was spectacular - Bending down to take the chocks from an aircraft wheel (moderately hung-over and feeling delicate). The act of bending increased the pressure of my large intestine enough to eject liquid magma from my body at the force of a small volcanic eruption.

Kinder Eggs and Lawn darts = Bad. Flame-throwing robot dog = Absolutely fine.

Summed up as 'It means more'.

Easier to manipulate results without VAR, yes, but it's a lot easier to hide manipulated outcomes with VAR because people believe there is proper scrutiny of decisions.

At the moment, incredibly smelly. I'm putting it down to being slightly stressed due to moving overseas in the next couple of months (63 days until we fly), and I still haven't sold my house. We're also trying to use up all the store cupboard stuff, so eating a lot of weird combinations of food.

The office Bin Dipper is VERY quiet today.

Carry On film marathon... ;-)

After one particular long-haul flight I overheard a conversation between one of the stewardesses and the co-pilot who were just ahead of me in immigration at LAX. Outwardly professional and upstanding members of the aviation industry at first glance, but what came out her mouth was pure filth...

I've travelled a fair bit on Virgin Atlantic over the last few years and I think you are probably right. Fair bit of tutting and eye rolling from the older generation of passengers but most people didn't give a flying fuck (pun intended). Saw our crew out on the piss in Vegas a couple of years...

I never said Neville issues the instructions. I'm saying the TV companies hold sway over the decisions.

There is legitimate reason to have a TV feed into Stockley Park. What goes on behind closed doors in the locked VAR cabin during the match is anyone's guess, but only a tiny handful of people know for certain.

Not that many. Stockley Park is shrouded in mystery anyway, and anyone who did know would have most certainly have signed an NDA, and have a clause in their employment contract.

I honestly think they do, or at least heavily involved in it.

Last time I met a proper scruffy geezer on a train it was on the train to Blackpool. It was a little Scottish guy from Glasgow who'd been on the go since the early hours, and had finally reached his destination. Poor fella was absolutely wankered, and didn't know his arse from his elbow. I...