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The Man opposite us In the village we used to live In got MND, a good bloke always working In his garden or out and about or doing something with his life. The poor sod got MND, the last time I saw him he was strapped upright In the back of an ambulance and he was brought home for a couple of hours to visit his wife and two grown up Sons In his garden, a few weeks later he was gone from this Earth.
Fair enough maybe sometimes I can go In a bit heavy with my responses to some threads.
Like I said elsewhere I/we seldom watch the tele anymore It's mostly become repetitive nonsense and for me Strictly Is repetitive banal nonsense, Ironic that I have to still pay £174.50 per year for something I seldom (If at all) use.
Slightly related but on an LSA or one of Mels coaches we were heading up North and most of the coach were singing the usual Rangers songs when all of a sudden they started singing about Marc Bolan getting killed on Barnes Common I can't remember the words but 90% of the coach were singing It, I looked bemused at my lad and he looked bemused back. Most of the coach were singing It.
Bought this brand new house Five years ago, purchased a new flat screen tele thingy and fitted It into a hand made unit that we built Into the external wall, had the whole goddam room decorated and truthfully have never watched the bloody thing more than ten times, eight of those times were when the grandchildren turned up. I haven't had Sky since the day after we last got relegated from the Prem, I blamed the bloke on the phone from Sky for us getting relegated. Tried watching a few different things but they were littered with adverts, I'd find watching a self closing toilet lid more entertaining. The Missus used to watch strictly but she gave up years ago, the last time It was on In the background all I could hear and see Is some Woman who had just got booted of the show telling that Clod Winklepicker Woman what a fabulous time She'd had and how She loved everybody on the show and how everybody on the show loved her, dear me stop It FFS.
He might have been watching an old Paul Furlong video, Paul Furlong was a master of sneakily fouling defenders In the penalty box.
Can't remember who we were playing but as the ball came over from the corner Paul Furlong collapsed on top of the defender, stayed on top of him pretending to be Injured (he looked like he was) suddenly sprang up and scored In front of the loft.
Defender goes mental towards anybody who'll listen.
As for Paul Smyth watch his Interview again, the lad Is bubbling with exuberance
"He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football He got monkey finger, he shoot Coca-Cola He say, "I know you, you know me" One thing I can tell you is you got to be free"
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