Wretch

Might give that a go at Hull away in December.

Wow, that brings back some memories. I was obsessed with David Thorne there for a while; must've read every article on his website ten times over and even bought his first couple of books. Just checked his website for the first time in forever and he's still going. Not sure why, but I thought he'd have packed it in by now. Might have to re-read some of my old favourites and catch up with about ten years of stuff I've missed. That's my next couple of hours sorted.

Looks decent but I'd still be hungry afterwards. How much did that cost if you don't mind me asking?

CUNT OF A GAME Edit: and there we go. Thank the fuck christ.

-10 is the closest I've come on hard mode.

I'm sure this played a part in him pissing off, never to return. Imagine the levels of cringe and embarrassment you'd feel when you remember that you told someone to kill themselves once because of a disagreement over an album. Moreso when you're now (or was) writing extensively about mental health. Fuck off. Last mention of him, promise.

The nastiest, most vindictive poster we've ever had on this place. Just rotten in every single way. If you made an enemy out of him, then you did something right. Glad you're sticking around.

Congrats on a lovely head of hair! Not jealous at all.

The savage result of a name change after he actually posted about getting lost en route to a show in Scotland.

I remember the wrasslinedge.com/ukff domain from the summer of 2001 as it was advertised in Powerslam, and thus my introduction to this place. The trusty Wayback Machine wasn’t much help with that really as this was all I could find 😐 Edit: in response to Roy above re old screenshots. If anyone remembers any more specific URLs, might be worth chucking them into the Wayback to see what’s there.

Apologies in advance for treating this place like my old blogspot, but remember this from yesterday? Yeah, that’s all out the window now. My silly old cunt of an old man has been arrested for drink-driving. Proper scumbag behaviour, that. He was actually sober for around twenty years, but fell off the wagon sometime around my brother dying, which I can sort of understand. What I don’t understand however is silly bollocks promising my poor ma he’d pack it in, only to let her down again and again in the intervening eight years. On the plus side, this has given her the kick up the arsehole about selling their gaff, paying off what’s left of the mortgage, and going their separate ways. She’s failed to pull the trigger on this for a while now for fear of starting again at her age (only fifty-eight mind, which is hardly ancient but I 100% understand where she’s coming from), but his drink-driving escapades today have made her mind up. She’s already made the call to her sister who works in the legal game to see what she has to do to get the ball rolling. He left for work this morning with a black eye as my poor ma, absolutely fed up, gave him a dig when he arrived home from work last night stumbling around the place having drank a whole bottle of Captain Morgan’s. Erm, we still up the ma’s on that?

This feels somewhat insensitive given the nature of the posts above me regarding shithouse Sheeran, but I’m absolutely over the moon right now. I’m home for a few days and last night I caught up with an old school friend who I haven’t seen for twenty-two years. I was dreading it a bit beforehand as it’s been so long, but that fucker gave me the biggest hug when we met and instantly I was transported back two decades. We chatted the arse off each other reminiscing about times old, and I can’t tell you the last time I laughed so much. He didn’t even mention my balding head, bless him. I’m still absolutely buzzing, though that may have something to do with the twelve pints of Guinness. Life’s alright sometimes.