Frankie Crisp

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Nah, Greaves is your greatest ever goalscorer and player. My Dad says so. Gazza next, then Hoddle. Your man Kane is in there somewhere, rubbing deep heat on Darren Anderton’s calf.

Anyway, if we’re on a Spurs one:

Excluding Jimmy Greaves, yeah?

Even Eileen Drewery didn't see this coming.

8 minutes ago, Loki said:

But... I mean... why?  This makes Devon's dad seem sane.

Sand is for keeping outdoors until plants start to grow out of it.

Ha! I know. I bought a punchbag during lockdown to have some kind of exercise motivation when I couldn’t get out. Needs a load of sand and water for the base to keep it steady.

I failed to consider that the cats would attack the punchbag and rip it to the point where it’s in as good a shape as Daniella Westbrook’s nose, so the sand has sat in that cupboard since.

Two years and 11 months! In a wardrobe. Under a suitcase and next to a knackered roller blind.

In your face, Phillip DeFreitas.

Now the option to change is out there again and assuming Moo is knocking about in a few weeks, I’m going to put the winners of all positive awards into a digital hat and whoever comes out will get to change the username of one of the negative award winners. 

Obviously, nothing offensive or inappropriate but as long as the Mods are sound with it, I’ll line it up.

19 hours ago, Dead Mike said:

How much did you pay for this monstrosity though? Got a feeling it's over £12? If so, absolute pirates!

£14. It was part of the weekend away for my missus’ birthday. When I took the photo, she said I shouldn’t post it on ‘that weird chippy forum’ because everyone will kick off.

Fourteen fucking quid.

The award threads will finally be up by Tuesday. The nominations are done, tallied and ready to go.

I was aiming to put them up over the weekend but I’ve got PTSD from this abomination.

Jimmy’s spinning in his grave like a rotisserie chicken.

Bowness-on-Windermere. 2/10. Shite. Tory shite.

6 minutes ago, DavidB6937 said:

 

 

40 years old today. Still utterly brilliant.

Cinema? It’s the Picture House.

We’ve got some great ones up here; the local Picture House in town is wonderful with its big sofas and sofa-service. They bring me popcorn so I can keep my steps down.

But the best proper Picture Houses are ones that make me feel like I’m in my Nan’s.

The Woolton Picture House - now defunct - was a regular haunt, especially when they’d host old films. They’d show recent films but I’d usually give them a wide berth; when they announced Hitchcock showings, I’d be all over it. I watched North By Northwest in there years and years ago and to this day, it’s still my favourite film experience.

It was ace. It had that smell that wasn’t great, but it was still acceptable as it was part it the visit. The carpet always felt ropey and it was likely someone had bled out on it.

Bottom right. Just look at it.

One of my favourite memories was that it had the snack lady, just like when I was a kid. The big mad box strapped over her shoulders, selling choc-ices whilst using a torch to make sure she didn’t fall over. Cash only. It was just an incredible way to travel back to my childhood and I’m gutted it’s gone.

The other one - still active - is the Plaza up in Crosby.

I’d never been until I met my missus, but I now love the place. One of the most redeeming qualities is that it shows local independent films, often hosting premieres and brings the actors and directors in for a Q&A.

It’s just a gorgeous little place but my favourite feature is that it has an upper deck! It’s the only Picture House I’ve ever been to that has a theatre setup. It’s just brilliant.

Very much my father’s son.

Yeah, I’m a vinyl weirdo. It started with a few hand-me-downs from the family, but it’s now an active part of my life.

I used the inherited Beatles records as a starting point for my collection, and I’m now insanely lucky to have an original press of every Beatles and Springsteen album. It’s worth a few bob and as a very anxious person, I love it when the cats start sniffing around it.

Aside from the two favourites, I’ve built my collection up with loads of post-punk vinyl (Cure, Bunnymen, Joy Division), my youth era favourites (Las, Blur, Space, Cast) and more recent content (Murkage Dave, Kate Nash, Alexi Murdoch). It only dawned on me how much I was spending on vinyl when I ran out of storage space and had to buy that cabinet. There are three more units full to the brim, not in shot.

To help my inability to not buy new records, the Jacaranda (locally famous boozer who opened a record store a few years ago), has opened another record store directly below my office. I might as well liquidate the business now.

Of all my collection, I think some of my most treasured are Nebraska, Revolver and 13. They’re my go-to albums regardless of my mood, but hearing them crackle on the record player just makes them hit harder.

That said, my absolute most valued vinyl is A Hard Day’s Night.

A few years ago, my Dad came round for the footy, boxing and a few beers and we ended up listening to records into the early hours. This was in late 2020 when the world was on fire and my old man was riddled with cancer, which we were told was going to take him. Anyway. We played loads of Beatles and when I stuck A Hard Day’s Night on, he told me he vividly remembered buying it as a teenager because of something that happened as a result.

The girl he was courting went round to his to listen to it and drew hearts around McCartney’s name because she was in love with him. He was furious at the time and dumped her because of the unjustified vandalism, but wishes he still had it for the memory.

I handed the sleeve over. Turns out what I thought had been passed down from my Nan was actually Dad’s original copy from 56 years earlier. Couldn’t describe the smile on his face when he clocked it.

I love vinyl for so many reasons, but because of that moment I’ll cherish it - and A Hard Day’s Night - forever.

Trying to read @BomberPat’s book but if I disturb Bruce, my chance of sleep tonight is out the window with its arse on fire.

Sorry for the delay in getting the polls sorted, everyone. Not been the best of weeks for connectivity but I’ll sort it over the weekend.