To be honest I've never witnessed these happenings at Middlebrook Asda, on the occasions I've been there or to Horwich in general, I get the impression that the natives
are merely well meaning tardsticks, I mean for these mountain folk the air is a lot thinner, so I'm lead to believe that they're left in a permanent state of disorientation.
1983 man united
and this comes with a sickening confession ..... i did use to support them until i was about 14/15. In my defence nobody in my family liked football so i choose the side that would cause me less suffering. i now know the error of my ways.
i have distinct feeling this is going to be held against me.
this is some of the stuff i've watched recently
once upon a time in america ; love how it's shot but i found it a bit too long and rapey.
Donnie darko ; i enjoyed this, decent soundtrack too considering it's music from the shit decade
leon ; mint, though i thought it was gonna wander into saville territory
adaptation; good film
kymatica documentary; though it's not a film, i found it interesting, but you'll probably not like it if you've got a full deck of cards.
delicatessen is on the to watch list next.
I'm just happy that link wasn't to some obscure space docking enthusiast. though i did get a bit worried after i clicked on it.
liam ridgewell didn't cause me permanent damage unlike ^ and that fruity wrinkly sex festival i saw on this site the otherday. thanks
The first single was either shine by aswad or Boom Boom boom by the outhere brothers.
First cd album Was Fugees the score i enjoyed this because it was sweary.
aye I'll regret making this post.... around 5 hours ago I decided to go on a 7 mile run, even though It's brass monkeys out there and i run like deranged hunchback . Anyhow i did the the run and in great discomfort due to my chafing thighs, agitated nipples and wilting widgy.
when i flopped home in true victim fashion i knew the only way to remedy this was to get mongfaced and that i did and am. peace.
When i was a kid, we used to have a scruffy little mongrel and the closest that got to being groomed was when my mum had the nice job of cutting its clinkers off because they had started to resemble arselocks.