Youri McAnespie

This isn't going to be one of those run-of-the-mill(wall) hooligan flicks, it's more like My Dinner with Andre via Scent of a Woman, all talky and cerebral. It's not any homo-erotic undertones like that Awaydays or Green Street tho' - that's right out!

Featuring a cameo role for the octagonal pool table from 'Space City'. It always intrigued me that place, I thought the Job Centre staff had it made with a games arcade right next door - didn't know it was a club.

I've got one, an ageing hooligan gets duped into taking under his wing an undercover reporter... I envision it being like Scent of a Woman, but with cocaine-fuelled bollocks talk. Morgan Spurlock is attached to direct, Bob Hoskins as the hooligan I reckon' - Billy Baldwin as Dougal McPartlin.

70 degrees minimum for a burger, no wonder folk are getting the shits in these places.

Not room temperature, before some real ale tw..pedant corrects me - cellar temperature.

I went past the 'Brewdog' on Peter Street t'other day, anyhow, it was full of hipster types who, twenty years ago, would've been supping Corona with a lime wedged in it, but now, all seemingly on Farmer's Crusty Ringpiece or Old Shep's Wankblanket... How much is it for an ale in there? Is it served at room temperature?

Don't employ any big-boneded types, they'll probably be on the skive after a few more pizzas and eclairs. (somebody post a picture of king size homer sat at his computer - or rather prodding at his keyboard with a stick, ta.)

Oh, I didn't know you were being genuinely pedantic. No, you physically can't, I read somewhere most professional darters train for eight to ten hours a day, that's why they're all so lithe... I'd be interested to know how many of the population at large (no pun intended) who aren't morbidly obese could run for a mile at 6mph pace...I reckon' around a third, possibly less. Anyhow, the snacks I mention are boasting of how little calories they contain, what about stuff like supermarket 'homebaked' stuff, that aren't at liberty to list nutritional info. Anyway, I ain't fat so, as usual, couldn't give a rat's arse...

You can if you play alone, around the clock.

I must have burned nigh on 6000 calories yesterday then, I'm surprised I'm not disappearing like Marty McFly today...

Much better, have you no solutions to the problem to add, however? All are welcome, even ones of a 'final' nature, such as the Ayn Rand-esque one suggested earlier...

I often think along those lines when you see a blurb on a chocolate bar or bag of crisps proclaiming 'ONLY 104 CALORIES!' They should be made to print alongside typically how much exercise it would take to burn off 'only' 104 calories.

Don't be so miserable with facts, Casino, it's fatty-baiting day on Wanderersways... Get casting your stones.

Thankfully I'm on my phone so those videos wouldn't come up. I didn't think you'd frequent anarchist websites BD.

Will he do his trademark florid language and/or laughter (or was that Eddie Waring?)

According to my parents you had to shout ''Open Sesame!'' before you could walk in the door of The Ancient Shepherd.

They needn't worry if Royal Mail are delivering them, they'll probably end up under some bushes somewhere, like kids used to do with The Chronicle and The Journal. #serviceisgoingtopot

I was in Salford all last week, I would've took you up on that. When you're tired of looking at views, you're tired of life (and probably in the right place). Speaking of views, I was up Smethurst Lane t'other day (not dogging or lying in wait) and stopped for a moment and climbed up the side of the hill to the field, what a view in this weather, anyone who says Bolton is a total shithole should take time out and have a wander sometime. It's us south Boltoners/Farnworthers/MG'ers etc. Pike, it is.

I've often thought that some scutters or salt of the earth Salfordians probably have some of the finest views of Manchester from their living room. How does a non-resident get to see the view though, apart from joining GMP? They closed the roof of Nine Acre Court because of all the suicides, I know that much.

I will if they make good stuff though. Hence adidas are now off the list of exceptions.

It was a bad analogy as I too like fizzy water, however I challenge anyone to identify Perrier or San Pellegrino out of a glass from bog-standard fizzy mineral water. I'm not an inverted snob either, I've just decided to join with a growing number who simply chooses not to partake in invidious consumption - especially regarding 'aspirationally' branded goods, so there :-P

They should teach the history of religion, all religions... Starting from the beginning, when some chancer thought ''I don't fancy much going out and helping chase down a mammoth today, I'm just going to fashion a funny hat out of these Pterodactyl feathers and act all mystical and self-righteous instead'' It'd expose the whole absudity of it all. What are Theologians anyhow? Nought but (usually quite intelligent) spin-doctors for an antiquated way of thinking.

Crapper invented the U-bend I think, into whit you don't directly shit... Mr. Logic strikes again.

Anyone calling it 'The Reebok' should be pelted with pies or jizzed on with sauces... They ain't paying anymore for the prviledge so shouldn't be given any mention, a 'fuck 'em' attitude should prevail over miserable 'I'm not changing now' owd bugger-ness. Call it The Macron or any 'wacky' derivations, or the ground, or Migglebrook, or new Burnden or Football-hole or owt, just don't call it The Reebok.

I enquired about them shifting something a couple of years ago, fuck me, talk about shite, so, like with Nb, they got short-shrift from me an' all as everything on the list I presented during my second call (I was advised to make a list in the first call) was met with ''no, no, yes but only if...no, no, no, no'' I think the only thing they agreed to take was wooden furniture, told 'em to piss off and, after donning a balaclava and potato sack, slung it down the end of the street instead, needless to say I had the last laugh because they had to shift it then, everything!* * I didn't really, I got a van and took it to the tip.