Busy on McFlyday, how dreadful.

Oooohhhhwooo-oooo-oooohhhhhh!

Good play that.

What you chattin' chief?

Back on top, five to go.

I was singing the oooohhhwwwoooo-oooo-oooh bit from Star Girl, Fridays anthem courtesy of McFly.

Doing reet good there cock.

Aye, the love affair between Sandra and Ginger is captivating.

Jesus, you've no chance of cool singing that.

And, boom, world domination, apart from Mild Rover's locked thread.

How annoying am I? Very.

Go to page 2 and drag back an old thread, that'll do it.

McFly are the biz, does thy know nuffin?

Congrats. There's an AUP about posting just increase post count. Please desist now.

I was going to but Denzil is lurking and it is very self indulgent.

Off out now, into the dappling autumnal sun.

They were all relevant to the threads, I couldn't give a shizzle about post counts, it's completely meaningless.

And I'd stopped already.

Sticks out tongue.

To be fair, it's all been constructive and relevant, he's just catching up on lost time following his forced inactivity.

Then I apologise to him. (Rubs fore- and middle-fingers, their tips seperated by a inch, up and down, by nose).

Do you rub your fore and middle fingers, tips separated by an inch, up and down, by nose, at me, sir?

If so, apology cannot be accepted, at this time. (bites thumb).

When I first read that I though, "That's a weird way to tug your forelock", I only got it when I mimicked what you were doing, you cheeky young scamp.

Just filled my car up with petrol, the cancel thing didn't work and petrol gushed out onto my shoe and trouser leg. Reek of petrol now, best not go near any naked flames.

Ms. Terrorist was out last week, Thursday night. I was asleep in bed when she got home, she rang me to say she was nearly home so I jumped up and ran into the front bedroom to wave.

Our street is pretty quiet as it's a dead end and it was hot, I was in the buff. I appeared in the big window just as my neighbours were walking up the street having been to see Peter Kay in Manchester. Rather embarrassing.

Anyone going tomorrow? I've been allowed out to play on the condition I take the lads to Hull Fair tonight, I can live with that.

I'm going tonight, let little one see the bright flashy lights. I'll look out for you near the waltzers, raving.

Nah, I have this sort of unwritten pact that I can't go to these things until Rovers have been, I nearly broke my new Wembley pact this year, but no one else was up for the 4 nations.

The other thing is that big finals attract beer swilling idiots who don't often go and spend the whole time tipping beer on you, trumping and walking to and from the toilets and beer shop.

And I've got to go to Coventry tonight.

So are you actually going or watching it in the boozer?

I haven't been to Hull Fair since I left East Yorkshire, I keep meaning to go but never get around to it. Get me some brandy snaps.

I'll be wearing white gloves, tooting on a pink whistle & I'll have 1 leg of my trackie bottoms tucked into my Nike Airs.

I've actually been given permission to go, I'm not really that bothered to be honest but I take what I can get. There's 16 of us going, a mixture of KR & FC supporters, should be fun.

Not keen on Brandy Snap, reminds me of old people. How about some of Bob Carvers chips?

Do you mean the place or are you predicting an argument with Mrs Terrorist?

Clever that, I did laugh.

The place, although an argument cannot be entirely ruled out, we're both quite volatile at times.

The house that we've been doing up (well, not personally, obviously, not dum dum alpha male diy champ am I) is at the finished of major building and renovation work stage so we've got to go down and give the sparky some moolah.

And my sisters having another (the fourth) fortieth birthday celebration, she also lives in Cov.

Doesn't that mean you're packing a blade?

Not a Bob Carver's fan, and there's nothing wrong with old people, why, just yesterday one gave me a lovely pen and ink drawing of a Great Blue Heron.

It's so they're ready to jump on a bike at any given opportunity of stealing one, don't want then catching in the de-railer whilst making a getaway, do they.

I like old people, hard sales wouldn't work without them.