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Thought the ref joined in well. He nearly got the victory himself! 

I scared the postman today by going to the door naked. I’m not sure what scared him more, my naked body or the fact that I knew where he lived!

I scared the postman today by going to the door naked. I’m not sure what scared him more, my naked body or the fact that I knew where he lived!

After spending 20 minutes trying to get my wifes bra off, I decided to give up. I wish I never put it on now!  

After spending 20 minutes trying to get my wifes bra off, I decided to give up. I wish I never put it on now!  

After spending 20 minutes trying to get my wifes bra off, I decided to give up. I wish I never put it on now!  

Steam came out my ears last time I played it (2011)
Injured. Injured. Suspended. Injured. Injured. Injured. Unhappy. Injured. Digital knob heads 

After spending 20 minutes trying to get my wifes bra off, I decided to give up. I wish I never put it on now!  

After spending 20 minutes trying to get my wifes bra off, I decided to give up. I wish I never put it on now!  

After spending 20 minutes trying to get my wifes bra off, I decided to give up. I wish I never put it on now!  

Wash your mouth out!
Inception is one of the finest movies ever made. Only Cobb has real depth because all the other characters are shallow representations of people in his subconscious, as he explains to his missus at some point. That's after she's explained to him that being pursued around the globe by nameless organizations is because he's in a dream. But he refuses to wake up. You're waiting for a train...
Extraordinary conception. How do you know you didn't dream up DCFCFANS? Do you remember how you got here?

Nolan has that exquisite way of making movies that are constantly making you think and introducing intricate story telling methods, but never leaves the audience behind. Every time I watch Inception I see something different or understand a different element of the story. A modern classic

Watched Life & Alien Covenant last night. Definitely preferred Life. Don't get the hate for this film in the reviews. It's not amazing but still watchable & I've seen worse. 

All Is Lost - Stars Robert Redford. One of the best survival films you will see. 9/10.

Legoland  

Loved the Walking Dead and The Wolf Among Us. Currently playing through the Game of Thrones one now too, which has been very good. It's free on PS plus!

Legoland  

Agreed! I'm exhausted! 

What a fight

I know...it's probably been done to death but...oh it was special...
How apt: the very final game at the famous old Baseball Ground was against the Arsenal. I am minded of a game some years earlier against the same opposition, for it was an occasion that really brought home to me just how special the place was; a true theatre of football:
The date: 8th September 1979. A sultry sunny September Saturday of an Indian summer. Sweat, cig-smoke and the smell of alcohol-breath fused with hot-dog onions filled the Pop Side air. Arsenal were in town, a side replete with silky, star-studded names that dripped from the tongue like golden syrup: Pat Jennings, Liam Brady, Sammy Nelson-the bum-show-er, O’Leary, Hollins, Rix, Talbot, Stapleton and Alan Sunderland, all perm and moustachioed; the latter two had, in May, ripped the FA Cup from Man Utd in the final of the century. For Derby there was no longer a Gemmill, a Hector, a McFarland or Todd, or even a Charles George. In rapt contra-distinction we had a ring of Irish: Aiden McCafferey, Vic Morland, David Langan, Andy Crawford, and a liquorice-assortment of stalwarts like David Webb, Steve Powell and Steve Buckley, all honest triers but in truth it was thoroughbreds v also-rans, giant oak trees against mere saplings.  We did though have John Duncan, Scottish International all handsome and broad, and neat, and the winger called Gordon Hill, who had killed Rams at Hillsborough in the FA Cup semi just 3 years before. The Baseball Ground was synonymous with trench mud but even that was no more. But there wasn’t a blade of grass either. Instead the surface was 35 tonnes of hard golden sand; had the ref entered the arena carrying a beach-ball nobody would have batted an eye lid. In the pre-match kick-in, wisps of disturbed sand danced on the air. The first half was a foregone conclusion long before 45 mins was up with Arsenal commanding a 2-0 lead.
Then during the break, something strange began to occur. As sun and heat and alcohol combined, the Pop Side found its voice and songs of deep Derby irony began to fill the air...”You need SAND to hold a lit-tul bay-bee, you need SAND to wipe away a tear...” and “Mr SAND-Man,  bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung bung...”). At first, it was a mere ironic acceptance of the Derby team’s fate, but as the 2nd half kicked-off, with Rams attacking the Ossie End, what started to unfurl was a truly remarkable 45 mins. If only we could get one back. Suddenly, Buckley, with lump-hammer left peg, drove the ball at Jennings from 30 yards. The ball, zipped, and dipped, and hit the ground, leather travelling and bouncing on sand, and, smacked the back of the net with Jennings flapping on the floor; 1-2, Pop Side all erupting in Vesuvian delight, a deafening Derbyshire din of high decibel noise. The sound became a continuous stream; the sun, sand and black and white, wall-to-wall volume, a crescendo-ing cacophony of a collective consciousness was stirring the Rams to gargantuan efforts. Arsenal began to cower and fear took hold. I don’t remember Vic Moreland’s equaliser, but I do remember the rocket-propelled roar and the terrace surge as pure pandemonium broke out in the Pop Side. Now, with clock ticking down, 43 minutes had flashed by, we sung to kingdom come. Last minute, Langan...to Carter...Carter in the corner, crosses to Duncan and bullet-header...Jennings’s dustbin-lid sized hand parries...on to the post... and out for a corner....Ohhhhhhh! How we re-coiled....
But wait...Carter’s corner, inch perfect...Duncan again...bullet forehead, ball bulges onion-bag...Goallllllllllllll, the roar again...3-2...mayhem....Final Whistle....Oh fffffff...foot-balll!
As I walked from the ground, outside an Arsenal fan exclaimed, “Liam Brady walks on water, but he can’t run on sand!”. I’d been to the Baseball Ground many times before, but now as a 14 year old, I properly realised how the combination of the architecture – tight, compact stands that trapped the sound, sending it ping-ponging around the entire ground, the proximity of the pitch, and how the fanatical Rams fans, touched by the memory of magic, Real Madrid floodlit nights, - could all combine to fuel an energy that transmitted from the terraces to the men in white just yards away.
Outside, I watched as the Gooners’ team coach drove away...Pat Jennings saw me stare from his front window seat and tipped me a wink. Monday’s Daily Mail match report described how Arsenal bemoaned that Derby had transmitted the sound of the 16,429 fans through the PA system, in amplification. As if... It was just a special place; and I was there.
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Side quests, the reason why I dislike GTA so much, filled with so much extra ******, you need to look online to find maps of briefcases or something daft. Adds nothing to the game but countless extra hours which I refuse to give Rockstar. Think I completed the last one but at 60 odd %, the rest was take car from a to b, buy every building, buildings that you would have to play for days on end just to afford or use cheat codes.
Crap game.

Looking forward to Fallout 4. Saving up bottle caps as we speak! 

Looking forward to Fallout 4. Saving up bottle caps as we speak!