Things you really miss.

[jimharri]

City been shit :)
The steps up to the kippax

Didn;t see last night's ''performance'' then?

 

[doots]

Headers n volleys.
Three and in.

(Both footy games for you younguns and nowt to do with how's yer father)

 

[MCFC BOB]

I miss my weekends from between September 2011 - June 2012.

Finishing college at 12:30pm on a Friday, sitting around with my friends until 14:30pm in the 6th form common room, going downstairs from the common room and getting changed to play football on the astro at 15:00pm. Playing football no matter the weather. Finishing at 17:00pm, walking home, getting in about 17:30pm, having a shower, having dinner and heading out at 19:00pm, collecting my friends along the way and all arriving together at my other friends for 19:45pm. From there we'd play FIFA and Halo until midnight, watch two films until 04:00am on Saturday and go to sleep. I'd wake up around 11:00am on Saturday if City were at home, get home for midday and have a shower and be downstairs, dressed, fed and sat on Facebook by 13:00pm. Then me and my mum would drive to get my cousin from Cheadle and get to City for 14:00pm. We'd watch the game, drop my cousin off and get home for 6:00pm. From there I'd either go to my friend's again or spend the evening on FIFA and waiting for Match of the Day. I'd stay up on here until 04:00am on Sunday, go to bed, wake up and then do nothing until college rolled around again.

My weekends were great.

 

[johnny on the spot]

Here's one thing I do miss. Writing off OAP's library fines. Being Duty Library Officer and just pressing 'DELETE'. Fifty quid fine? Fuck it, she's ninety and the book cost four quid in 1973. Nobody gives a fuck. I used to work with some bastards who'd charge folk for Mills and Boons they'd just found under their recently deceased mother's floorboards. Proper wannabe dibble twats with axes to grind. Imagine an old lady scared to come to the library for morning coffee because her shin splints stopped her walking through the pissing rain in time to return some saucy paperback no other fucker is ever going to read.

 

[doots]

I miss my weekends from between September 2011 - June 2012.

Finishing college at 12:30pm on a Friday, sitting around with my friends until 14:30pm in the 6th form common room, going downstairs from the common room and getting changed to play football on the astro at 15:00pm. Playing football no matter the weather. Finishing at 17:00pm, walking home, getting in about 17:30pm, having a shower, having dinner and heading out at 19:00pm, collecting my friends along the way and all arriving together at my other friends for 19:45pm. From there we'd play FIFA and Halo until midnight, watch two films until 04:00am on Saturday and go to sleep. I'd wake up around 11:00am on Saturday if City were at home, get home for midday and have a shower and be downstairs, dressed, fed and sat on Facebook by 13:00pm. Then me and my mum would drive to get my cousin from Cheadle and get to City for 14:00pm. We'd watch the game, drop my cousin off and get home for 6:00pm. From there I'd either go to my friend's again or spend the evening on FIFA and waiting for Match of the Day. I'd stay up on here until 04:00am on Sunday, go to bed, wake up and then do nothing until college rolled around again.


My weekends were great.

Ever seen a grown man naked?

 

[andyhinch]

Here's one thing I do miss. Writing off OAP's library fines. Being Duty Library Officer and just pressing 'DELETE'. Fifty quid fine? Fuck it, she's ninety and the book cost four quid in 1973. Nobody gives a fuck. I used to work with some bastards who'd charge folk for Mills and Boons they'd just found under their recently deceased mother's floorboards. Proper wannabe dibble twats with axes to grind. Imagine an old lady scared to come to the library for morning coffee because her shin splints stopped her walking through the pissing rain in time to return some saucy paperback no other fucker is ever going to read.

I may have a late night rant about this, the missis will think I've properly lost it. She's still confused about me taking her to some museums today

 

[johnny on the spot]

Here's one thing I do miss. Writing off OAP's library fines. Being Duty Library Officer and just pressing 'DELETE'. Fifty quid fine? Fuck it, she's ninety and the book cost four quid in 1973. Nobody gives a fuck. I used to work with some bastards who'd charge folk for Mills and Boons they'd just found under their recently deceased mother's floorboards. Proper wannabe dibble twats with axes to grind. Imagine an old lady scared to come to the library for morning coffee because her shin splints stopped her walking through the pissing rain in time to return some saucy paperback no other fucker is ever going to read.

I may have a late night rant about this, the missis will think I've properly lost it. She's still confused about me taking her to some museums today

Students, however, received no mercy. '2 weeks late? The sentence is death and we take card payments'. Motherfuckers never paid council tax, used their phones loudly and once tried to bring pizza into my department.

 

[andyhinch]

Here's one thing I do miss. Writing off OAP's library fines. Being Duty Library Officer and just pressing 'DELETE'. Fifty quid fine? Fuck it, she's ninety and the book cost four quid in 1973. Nobody gives a fuck. I used to work with some bastards who'd charge folk for Mills and Boons they'd just found under their recently deceased mother's floorboards. Proper wannabe dibble twats with axes to grind. Imagine an old lady scared to come to the library for morning coffee because her shin splints stopped her walking through the pissing rain in time to return some saucy paperback no other fucker is ever going to read.

I may have a late night rant about this, the missis will think I've properly lost it. She's still confused about me taking her to some museums today

Students, however, received no mercy. '2 weeks late? The sentence is death and we take card payments'. Motherfuckers never paid council tax, used their phones loudly and once tried to bring pizza into my department.

Fishing with dinomite hasn't come up yet?

 

[Gaylord du Bois]

I miss my weekends from between September 2011 - June 2012.

Finishing college at 12:30pm on a Friday, sitting around with my friends until 14:30pm in the 6th form common room, going downstairs from the common room and getting changed to play football on the astro at 15:00pm. Playing football no matter the weather. Finishing at 17:00pm, walking home, getting in about 17:30pm, having a shower, having dinner and heading out at 19:00pm, collecting my friends along the way and all arriving together at my other friends for 19:45pm. From there we'd play FIFA and Halo until midnight, watch two films until 04:00am on Saturday and go to sleep. I'd wake up around 11:00am on Saturday if City were at home, get home for midday and have a shower and be downstairs, dressed, fed and sat on Facebook by 13:00pm. Then me and my mum would drive to get my cousin from Cheadle and get to City for 14:00pm. We'd watch the game, drop my cousin off and get home for 6:00pm. From there I'd either go to my friend's again or spend the evening on FIFA and waiting for Match of the Day. I'd stay up on here until 04:00am on Sunday, go to bed, wake up and then do nothing until college rolled around again.


My weekends were great.

Ever seen a grown man naked?

There wasn't time.

 

[andyhinch]

Here's one thing I do miss. Writing off OAP's library fines. Being Duty Library Officer and just pressing 'DELETE'. Fifty quid fine? Fuck it, she's ninety and the book cost four quid in 1973. Nobody gives a fuck. I used to work with some bastards who'd charge folk for Mills and Boons they'd just found under their recently deceased mother's floorboards. Proper wannabe dibble twats with axes to grind. Imagine an old lady scared to come to the library for morning coffee because her shin splints stopped her walking through the pissing rain in time to return some saucy paperback no other fucker is ever going to read.

I may have a late night rant about this, the missis will think I've properly lost it. She's still confused about me taking her to some museums today

Students, however, received no mercy. '2 weeks late? The sentence is death and we take card payments'. Motherfuckers never paid council tax, used their phones loudly and once tried to bring pizza into my department.

There were some of them student types around the museums today, I found kicking them worked but suggestions are always appreciated