Frankie Crisp

We went to watch the Montreal Canadiens doing hockey at the Bell Centre, and I intentionally held my guts in so I could go for a crap in there. The missus has no idea why I keep calling it the Montreal Poo Job. This marriage won’t last.

Funnily enough we’re doing the same - I’ve watched it loads but the missus is seeing it for the first time. Clocked the news as we were watching one of the final episodes which seemed very eerie. From what I’ve read in the last few minutes he did so much outside of his acting role, but he really was superb as Junior. Obviously we’ll need confirmation but early indications suggest he may have taken his own life, making it even more tragic at such an age.

We’re over in Calgary and Mrs. Crisp has caught a bug, so asked if I minded going for a pint somewhere so she could get a few hours’ kip. And for my tea? Cross-face Chicken Wings. Yersss. (I hope she feels better soon, FYI)

This was one of those - like many people - I assumed was some instagram bollocks post that I dismissed, only see to see this thread title and realise it was genuine. Absolutely heartbreaking before even reading the first post; he was such an entertainer in the ring and had you immersed in his character. The tributes to him online have been gut-wrenching but Balyey’s really hit hard. Terribly sad news. Also, Val Venis - being the perennial bellend he is - could barely wait 24 hours since the news broke to throw his Covid vaccine theory out there as a cause of death. Ghoul.

The Land of Hope and Dreams tour - Philadelphia show - is up on YouTube for free if anyone wants to experience/relive the recent gigs: Part 1: Part 2: It was the most emotionally-charged gig I’ve ever been to, so being able to watch it back - albeit from a different night - is going to be sound.

Right, I’ve done a tidy up. Not much has changed unless you care about Volkswagens or Breaking Bad, and the Beach Boys nonces can calm down now.

From the previous page, Geofferson: Going to do a clean up later on after me tea (not dinner).

There were so many spelling variations for nearly every free text category, a few things inevitably slipped through. I’ll try to do another clean up.

God bless Tony Hibbert being shite. I can go to bed now.

Just pick Shearer and Aguero then fill the rest of the team with current Spurs players and you’re almost bang on the 442. Got lucky on my first go so now I’m aiming for the exact amount.

In true UKFF tradition, I was having a shite.

Go on then, I've finally got around to this given the anniversary and justified pops at me never seeing this through. Sorry for the delay, shortly after the submission cutoff, work went to shit, my Dad chucked himself down the stairs and your Ma wouldn't stop ringing me. Obviously these results are two years old so quite a bit will be different in terms of demographics, politics, PPVs, preferences and it clearly being breakfast, dinner and tea, but hopefully you'll all enjoy who said what. Have a poke around each tab and enjoy. UKFF Census 2024 Results

Sorry, Chest. Post the goals you love the most but with obvious conditions; one each a day and you can’t post your own team otherwise this’ll just be Bacon posting Harry Kane. Any league, any era. I’ll start.

Because the world is a burning pile of pubes - and to save me from dropping Jimmy into every thread - this is one to flag lunacy and frustration as and when it happens. Dickhead behaviour, nonsensical news stories, interactions you can’t handle, ridiculous experiences; they all count. If it makes you JFC, it’s in. My latest one is trying to book a hotel in London for one night. One night. I want a bed and a good bathroom. This time last year, I was paying no more than ninety quid for a night. My first search results today? One night! Jesus fucking Christ. We could probably include the behaviour of a good chunk of the nation since The Queen snuffed it in this, but let’s start with a line in the sand. If it makes you Jimmy, add it.

Something needs to break the Chippy Tea monopoly on here. So share and rate your big, heart-attack inducing fry-ups as and when you have one. I had a delicious one the other day (Café No. 33 in Norwich), but I was uneasy about it not floating in its own fat, so it only gets a 7 from me. Bacon and sausage hidden underneath the toast. Don’t do the Partridge thing. Too easy.