Blue Saturday

jesus no not in dublin ffs

Tho i have days, god help me, it almost tempts as a final surrender

Pringles don't seem to do Wasabi flavour or Lime and Chilli flavour any more, I am a bit heartbroken, bastards

Marty Robbins fucking rules

wot big city u exiled in then D?

and why have we got no ice cube bags in the house bollocks

so tempted to text my eldest boy for a sesh but ah hell i'm gonna fuck this

i'm gonna. full stop. fuck this

nearest big city is an hour south, not sure galway is as big as hull tho?

not been to galway. i wd guess not, seeing as how Letterkenny is a teeming metropolis and it's about the size of the pit village i grew up in

it's what saturday is for! x-post...boozing i meant.

am about to get up and cook an omelette with some pancetta. might hold off boozing till this evening. have a lovely bottle of wine in the fridge tho...

dammit my eldest has gone to his mother's for the weekend the twat

the boy, not his mum. we get along fine

just made a Snowball, feels mad decadent in February.

think it's Merle Haggard time

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XeBn3AXeUc

suspect that having a drink is gonna be took for being drunk, may need to flee the scene when i've done this snowball, badly need somebody to txt and give me an excuse

the fact that there doesn't seem to be a Youtube of Merle's version of "Wishing All These Old Things Were New" is sort of a national disgrace.

it's funny, in my head i'm 20 but in the mirror i'm a fat old cunt

OH THE IRONY OF MORTALITY

there's something out there that's not in here, but i don't think anybody knows what it is, for two gross of broken statues, for a few thousand battered books. it's a poor do really. don't think we've made the best of the situation as a species

Hi Noodle. John Terry tried to do a stepover in the corner a minute ago, kicked the ball onto his standing leg and out for a goal kick. Blue Saturday nothing.

:D

there mayn't be a god, but karma has a sharp sense of humour sometimes

thx for inspiring me to start my day with some non-alignment pact

i used to have a thing about how people from hull should fuck off our philip larkin but i have recently begun to wonder if hull needs him more than cov does. yr thoughts?

i think cov probly needs him a little more, i've never found it an inspirational place whereas hull wd be hull with or without big Phil Silvers. they put a statue of him up in the train station now. to be fair he did all his useful work here and he seems to have felt at home in the place whilst still feeling not at home. only Cov poem I can remember is based on the train station platform i think? could be wrong.

Hull already has a decent claim to Douglas Dunn, Peter Didsbury, maybe Seaon O'Brien and now David Wheatley. Think Cov needs Larkin more tbh.

thing is, as i say, he's obviously a Hull poet in a way that he totally isn't about Cov

yeah, tbh he was rid of cov as soon as he could be and never looked back.

triggered a memory of some 'celebrating coventry' bullshit that the city put on, the main element of which seemed to be putting up lots of those lampost banner things in town with pictures of famous coventrians. the highlight of the whole thing was an oversized poster with an artist's rending of sir frank whittle with one arm around pip larkin and the other pointing to the skies. i loved my city that day.

ah, we sure do love us some engineering in the midlands

"artist's rending of sir frank whittle" - typo would've been even better than the real thing

things I remember about Cov: weird elephant-shaped gym by the bus station, some kind of car museum nearby too, heavily graffitied Specials-era train bridge on the way out of town, ring road, cathedral, couple of Tudor houses and a plaque, pubs not great tbh

the train bridge out of town into earlsdon is still there and still the same as far as i'm aware, although of course there is also a shopping centre underneath it now. v entertaining graffiti, one of the main cultural achievements of the city. fragment of my childhood. elephant-shaped sports centre with olympic sized pool i have found to be the main reason that people from elsewhere have been to cov. pubs still shite.

did you actually live in cov or juss lemmy spa?

neither, my first wife grew up in Leamington and lived in Cov for a couple of years after we broke up, used to travel there to see the boy on the reg

you always lived in hull, noodle vague?

does grandways still exist?

good thread btw

nah i grew up in a small town called Rugeley in Staffordshire, my fam are almost exclusively Black Country based, i came to uni in Hull in 87 and have stayed here since.

Grandways changed back to Jacksons, or was bought out by them, and then Jacksons sold the shops to Sainsburys a few years back, kept the Jacksons brand on the shop signs until last year and now they are just shitty Sainsburys. Jacksons bakery is still going strong tho.

y/n: lenny henry has propelled you thru a canal tunnel with his legs, the quintessential experience of black country life

tragically no, i have never even been to that Banks's Bitter 19th Century Aynoch and Ayli Museum Experience thing

oh it's Aynuk and Ayli apparent

ah. uni took me there too, in 1985. it didn't keep me there tho.

my old man had his 70th birthday dinner on a barge restaurant tho, lol you can take the boy out of Darlaston but

Have not read this thread but do tell me about the dapper young men in the first youutube.

MEGA-GIG

lol my tragic youth

today could've gone worse tbh

Stoned guys with long fringes doing the saggy-arsed shuffle in broad daylight = A++ nostalgia, would lol again

so much scrumpy

Yeah, I thought it was gonna be one of those government health warning films when it started. Half expected a hooded figure to appear stage left and shank one your dancers.

that's a rly good set of records

good hangover music. alarming thing is I have no memory whatsoever past about 8.30 last night and either I didn't spend that much or I mugged somebody at some point

i mean I lose chunks of time after a bender now I'm approaching dotage but man this is totally erased from the record with not even a peep of remembering