leaveitnigel.bsky.social
I’m a professional cynic but my heart’s not in it
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Angel Heart
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Trainspotting
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We get plenty of people complaining when they close roads for a Sunday race round here!
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The medal looks like some artefact from Ancient Rome! And it’s unusual to hold an organised race midweek isn’t it?
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I set out around 6am, but I live in the north so we don’t get the same intensity of heat up here!
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Once walked past Jarvis Cocker, turned to my Mrs and said “see that guy? Looks just like Jarvis Cocker”
🤦🏻♂️
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Two Noel Hunts, there’s only two Noel Hunts!
Two Noel Hunts, there’s only two Noel Hunts!
🎶
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Magnificent record, but granted, it’s not exactly a three minute pop song!
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Only reason people vote for them is to get the p@k!s out. Beyond that their only policy is rubbing it in their opponents’ faces.
#Clueless
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Rain is fine in moderation, as my mum used to say when I complained about going to school on wet days; “you aren’t made of sugar”!
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All we need now is for the sun to run a front page article about this poor decent bloke going for a drive round Liverpool when a horde of drunk scousers descended on his car and tried to nick his alloys.
With the headline reading simply as “The Truth”
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Frank Skinner once did a joke about how whenever a serial killer is arrested the neighbours are interviewed and say how he was a pleasant bloke who really loved his garden. He’d be out there in the middle of the night, digging away.
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And Harold Shipman was well respected and very popular amongst his patients.
That’s not even a joke, many of his patients were furious with the police when they first started their investigation.
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All I know is, last summer people were sick of the Tories so voted for a change. If they don’t get one, they’ll be fertile ground for Reform to swoop in
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I’m fully aware that my experience isn’t universal, but they’re mopping up support from pissed off Tory and Labour voters.
Hopefully they’re just a protest vote as we’re knackered if they do get in
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I work in a polling station whenever there’s an election. Last summer Reform didn’t put up a candidate in our seat and there were scores of people making their disappointment known.
I fear it’s only a matter of time till they get in.
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I was at Uni when we sold Cantona. No internet back then so no idea till I went to buy the paper, looked at the back page and saw the headline “Eric The Red”.
Shocked didn’t begin to describe it!
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My ex once dragged me to see the Lighthouse Family. Not sure who was more bored, the band or the audience.
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In fairness, it was before mine too, not ready for the bus pass just yet!
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I remember my housemates at Uni buying me this as a leaving gift when I finished my degree.
Three decades ago, Christ!
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They went down once in the mid 70s, so I’m sure that was worse.
Plus, I’m pretty sure they’ve never lost a third tier match to Cheltenham either
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I’ve noticed that Labour have stopped slagging them off and moved on to Reform. They know where the real threat is coming from
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It’s all too predictable I’m afraid. Particularly as the role is little more than ceremonial.
#CuttingRibbons
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He seemed such an honest chap too; but it’s always the ones you least expect.
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I’ve a lot of time for old stadiums and I dislike identikit bowls as much as anyone, but in fairness, you don’t spend ninety minutes at places like Derby and Stoke looking at a pillar (although that may be preferable in some cases)