Wainy316

The Irish aren't known for their healthy diets

Sorry but no. We roll over for anyone on a bad run, with a striker who hasn't scored for months, for a manager who's never beat us, for a team that hasn't kept a clean sheet, etc etc ad nauseum Bit like how we rolled over for Cardiff? Oh yes I forgot how magnificently we did in Wales against bottom club Cardiff Never said we did brilliantly, but according to some we were supposed to roll over and lose 3-0. We gave it a good go first half.

Blue skies and a nice wind down in Oxon at the mo.

Are they all the same person?

Not until after you've eaten it though surely? The eating process of a doner kebab is delightful.

That is one mighty lunch. Once in a blue moon I assure you. But as it's bench day I can justify the extra protein And 1000 grams of sat fat? Who cares I friggin love a doner now and again.

It's on topic. Valentine's Day Massacre 1999. I loved the ending to that match, has been done numerous times since but hadn't seen it then. Plus I was a total mark at the time.

The aids is strong in this one.

That is one mighty lunch.

Best thing that ever happened on Valentine's Day... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Slk0sBP7wqg

Well you are the snow queen.

Hamburg have accumulated the most points in German top flight history.

Every unlikeable player in premier league history has that record.

You were never a 15 year old boy. You couldn't possibly imagine...

Oh dear oh dear. Here we come to break yet another barren spell for a team.

I tend to just use wikitravel.

Boobs on news paper front covers too. Boobs everywhere! I remember being on a school trip in France and main stream TV becoming full on hardcore porn after 10pm.

How are you meant to get the golden 'over the photo copier' shag if you can't even tell her she looks nice in the vicinity of said copier?

The German channels on satellite were good.

They should definitely have one saying 'I am becoming increasingly fond of you, but it's still early days'.

You got the letters the wrong way round.

That last guy sounds like the worst person ever. My uni house was disgusting but we were all equally as bad, it was like the young ones. The kitchen was a tip once, so my mate decided to put all the pots and pans into the bath to soak. They remained there for about a month!

I remember plotting my 'adventures' with a copy of the TV guide my parents got in the paper, if Eurotrash wasn't enough I'd sometimes have to stay awake until 2/3am on Channel 5 to catch anything worthwhile.. and that was on a hand-me-down TV that I think my Gran had owned since the 80s! When I finally discovered 'Laid Bare' on Bravo I often plucked up the courage to ask my parents if I could stay up to watch SkySports. Upon hearing a noise, I would instantly switch over to SkySports to be on the safe-side where it would often be WWF/WWE - I suppose I confirmed to myself at that tender age that I wouldn't be batting for the other team so to speak, as the sight of well-toned, oily men safely killed any 'excitement' as a result of the other channel! Stacey Kiebler versus Torrie Wilson in a bra panties match was worth a stroke.

Day out in Oxford for Natural History museum, a meal and then some booze.

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!