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  1. Poor Horton, hope he gets well soon.

     

    Cheers chaps. Hopefully rest and meds will help and surgery won't be necessary yet. Just need to keep him still and stop him making it worse. It's a good job it all happened when my parents were visiting so we had transport to the vet.

  2. Thought I'd resurrect this thread as my boy's not well. Been really sluggish and no enthusiasm for walks the last couple of days, and suddenly yelped in pain last night. Kept an eye on him overnight and he was still the same so we took him to the vet this morning (bank hol consultation fees are a fucker). Vet couldn't really examine him too well, as he's a bit of a shit at the vets at the best of times and clearly in a lot of pain today. We're 99% certain that he's got a slipped disc in his back though, so it's anti-inflammatories and painkillers and rest for now. If that fails, it's spinal surgery in London. Can't bear seeing him in so much pain, it's horrible. And he's currently refusing to eat the food with the painkillers mixed in.

     

    Anyway, in the spirit of the thread, here's Horton:

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  3. A girl on my facebook managed to post three photos in five minutes earlier. The first one with her candy pink hair all smooth and just washed with the caption 'pre backcombing my mum would love if my hair was always like this'. The second one was with it backcombed and mad ready to go out. the third, a full length shot with the caption 'guess the diet is working!!!!'..

     

    There's a few people like this on my feed. The sort of girls who set up a very expensive camera on a tripod, make sure it's lit correctly, sort their make up and hair out for ages, take a few dozen photos, pick the best one, then post it with something like 'having an ugly day' as a caption, just so all their friends and random male facebook contacts will comment telling them they're beautiful. Makes me fucking puke.

  4. Aintree day two today.

     

    4 strongly fancied favourites - Sprinter Sacre/My Tent Or Yours/Dynaste/At Fishers Cross. The first two should win, but the last two are reliant on softer ground. I'm on Super Duty and Road Our Vinnie instead.

     

    And Criqtonic in the Topham Chase.

     

    I had an odd fiver in my william hill account, and whacked it on those four favourites on a whim. I'm 80 quid up on the deal. Cheers, I owe you a beer.

  5. Would there be enough interest in a vinyl thread? I'm starting a vinyl collection, though I don't have a turntable yet or a good set of speakers. I bought a couple of vinyls first as I can get them signed at a gig I'm going to soon.

     

    I don't want to use the term audiophile though as that turns me off a bit.

     

    I've often thought about starting a vinyl thread, but I'm acutely aware that those of us that collect vinyl and bang on about how great it is generally come across as pretentious tossers and annoy the fuck out of everyone. I'd definitely be up for contributing if it took off though .I've recently replaced my hifi with an absolute beast of a system so I'm on a record buying binge as of late.

  6. Just seen this gem as well:

     

    "Anyone that wants to believe Im a baby snatcher please feel free to delete me now or forever shut up if you have know idea wot its about!"

     

    Because, you know, when you're looking after your baby grandkid because your daughter's too young and fucked to do it, and social services are getting involved, the best course of action is a combative and badly spelt stream of invective for 400 acquaintances to read.

  7. This doozy popped up on mine the other day. Utter shite:

     

     

    "I went to the party and remembered what you said. You asked me not to drink alcohol, so I drank a Sprite instead. I felt proud of myself, as you said I should feel. You said I should not drink and drive, contrary to what some friends told me. I made a healthy choice and your advice was correct, as it always is.

     

    When the party finally ended, people began to drive without being able to do so properly. I went to my car with the certainty that I would return home in peace. I never imagined what awaited me, Mom. Now I'm lying in the street and I hear the policeman say: "The kid that caused this accident was drunk". Mom, his voice seems so distant. My blood is spilled everywhere and I'm trying with all my might not to moan. I can hear the doctors say, "This girl is going to die". I have the certainty that the young man, who ran at full speed, decided to drink and drive, and now I have to die.

     

    Why do people do this, Mom, knowing that this is going to ruin many lives? The pain is cutting me like a hundred knives. Tell my sister not to cry, tell Daddy to be strong. And when I go to Heaven, I'll be watching for you all. Someone should have taught that boy that it's wrong to drink and drive. Maybe if his parents would have told him that, I would not be dying now. My breath is getting weaker, more and more. Mom, these are my last moments and I feel so desperate. I wish I could hug you Mom, while I'm lying here dying. I wish I could tell you how much I love you, Mom. So... I... love... you... goodbye... "

     

    ~ These words were written by a reporter who witnessed the accident. The girl, as she died, was saying these words and the reporter wrote them down... very overwhelmed. The journalist started this campaign, if you read this note, please click "share", so more people can be aware. Therefore, I ask one small gesture, send it to your friends, family and loved ones.

     

    ~ PLEASE BE RESPONSIBLE

  8. I spent a year or so off of facebook as I was really sick of all the bitching and shitty comments between people. I rejoined a month or so ago to keep in touch with a few people abroad, and because I kept missing gigs and parties because nobody texts or phones anymore, so if I missed the fb event I didn't find out about things. Anyway, a few short weeks back on it and shit like this is killing me:

     

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    Thanks very much for your glib advice and platitudes, and especially for putting it on a nice pink background. I don't know how I ever dealt with my problems before I had such inspirational tat to refer to. And the worst part is, it's people I otherwise like and respect who are posting it so I don't really want to issue fort the stream of furious invective that bubbles to the surface every time I see such shit.

  9. Not tremendously offensive, more just funny, but when I was a kid the local scandal of the week was that the old bloke that ran the fish and chip shop had been having an affair with a young girl in his employ. My nan proclaimed that she wasn't going there ever again. My mum asked why, assuming that as a proud churchgoer, Nan felt morally outraged at the news. Nan's response: 'Well, you don't know where he's had his hands, the dirty sod'.

  10. Sounds like I've had a similar experience to a few on here. My parents are genuinely lovely people who don't realise that a great deal of what they say is very offensive. The obvious ones pop up every time I talk to them- use of 'coloured' because they think it's the appropriate term etc.

     

    I think the first time it ever really struck me was when I was in my teens and one of my cousins (I forget which- I've got hundreds) was dating a black guy. My mum was all up in arms about it and trying to disguise it and when I asked her why it was a problem her response was 'well, no white man will ever touch her again now'. Even as a relative youngster that really shocked me as mum had always been such a hippy, tolerant type.

     

    I dated a half-iranian girl for years and my dad would ask massively ignorant questions- assuming she wasn't allowed booze etc despite knowing full well that I'd met her in a boozer. Shortly after we broke up I was seeing a Puerto-Rican girl for a few weeks and I remember feeling genuine relief when she went home and we ended it, purely because my old man's head would have exploded when he saw that she was slightly brown.

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