At the risk of sounding rather course (which one seemingly needs to do to ‘fit in’ in this neighbourhood) - Fuck the awards Pap, when is the soiree, the consumption of fine foods and over indulgence in the finest of wines, risque palour games and rather naughty flirtations?
Can I have this one? Even though a car on it’s roof for the Stoke game prevented me making the pre-match. Then no one bother after the game as they were sulking.
That is it. Liverpool in midweek was always going to be tough, but let me have it! YAY!!
I collared the boy Goat last night seeking clarification on this little number. It is, in fact, an award for two posters, to celebrate how much they do not get on. With that in mind, here are some nominations. I’m about to write about myself in the third person just so I don’t have to write “me” a load of times.
Tokes vs Coxford_Lou (the original beef, still simmering judging by recent input!)
KRG vs Bazza
Furball vs pap
Cherts vs Fatso
Fowllyd vs SO5 4BW (more hetero life partner bickering than beef)
Coxford_Lou vs pap
Bazza vs grammar
StickyWhiteDovePiss vs pap
saintbletch vs “Shirty Saint” (Cherts again)
KRG vs imagined racist version of Rallyboy
bletch vs Fowllyd (don’t pretend there isn’t a dynastic struggle for butler supremacy. We know)