Herman Hessian

not even when she mentions prosecco or when patrica hodge say"what i like to call...." something ? you're a hard man to please and no mistake

FTFY

fucking hell - i thought the Globe was just a rebranded and tarted up version of Christie Park - can't believe they've built another ground with an open terrace along one side !

me neither - but i've just spent a couple of hours making a list and have got to 234 guess that's what 40'odd years of watching football does for you !

Mirador Curota in Galicia ?

right - try this one then...

antarctica - mcmurdo station - the other pic is captains scott's hut

aye - good shout - i probably overdid the strong/weak - good/bad - right/wrong aspect of making progress - lazy terminology, but i found that setting personal milestones and ticking them off was a good way to map the way forward - especially from the point of view of recognising retrograde steps and making that extra effort to get back on track; I can only say what worked for me, though. that's why this is so difficult as everyone is so different and what works for one is just plain daft to another; i'd advocate selfishness again, though - pick up on what you think will do you some good, and disregard the rest- be a bit cynical, do it your own way - then you can take all the credit when it works out !

good lad - wanting to get there is half the hard work done and dusted - it's all downhill from here on in (errr - in a good way, downhill on a bike wi' no hands kinda thing - not downhill in to a pit of despair - don't go that way !)

this is going to sound an awful lot like grief point scoring or some lame "you think you've had it bad" one-upmanship bullshittery, but please take it in the spirit in which it is intended: i lost both my parents and my wife over the course of a short while a few years back, and here I am, along the way, bright as a button and as happy as I have ever been; i'm an irredeemable arsehole right enough, but stay strong, and want things to work out - in all probability, they will; i think you just have to accept that as life progresses it's inevitably going to have it's down days, months, years maybe - but hold on to those memories you cherish and think how good you will feel when you're able to replicate them, albeit playing out the same scenes with different characters; you can live and love again - be a bit selfish and aim for your own gratification rather than thinking that you own it to those you've lost to live in a bubble of grief, that's not what they would want for you...

absolutely right - bearing in mind the recurring theme that more men are dying of this thing than women, your chances improve with every passing daily death tally announcement; fair enough, you might have to grit your teeth and pork a grieving munter, but any hole's a goal, eh ?

just over 100 years ago, almost identical American bluster and ignorance leads to thousands of avoidable deaths the tragedy is, it's not just the naysayers who carry the can - as would be the case if there was any justice in the world 100 years ago, 'Spanish flu' shut down Philadelphia – and wiped out thousands

you only have to look at those gun-toting p***ks in michigan to understand why - they're not even responsible for themselves, let alone being sufficiently aware to understand the concept of anyone else being accountable for anything, unless they're muslim of course...

i'm ambidextrous so really need to find some hot pics of cheeky Ms May to a make a properly depraved weekend of it

this absolutely belongs in here People having a 'really productive' lockdown told to shut the f**k up

possibly cheeky - definitely stomach-churning...

no folk better qualified to comment on herd immunity, I suppose...

hah - iPhone weather top trumps ! i win on todays temp and conditions being nicer, higher average temp next week, more sunny days, but throbber wins for having half hour extra daylight, a newer phone - and I presume that i lose by default anyway for being a tragic w****r, and in england - bah....

QED

shaved, floured - lightly battered - and shallow fried I presume ?

if P&B has given me anything, it's the now chronic inability to read the word 'trumpet' in any context whatsoever without laughing... but then that may have its roots in the original reports of Roy Castle's death from lung cancer brought on by inhaling secondary smoke through his trumpet...

ok there's a memorial cairn by the road there, so must be a battle that took place on a road through a valley or something - how about the A87 through Glenshiel ?

any excuse

gotta be Brechin's ground - outside of the hedge and a bit of floodlight ???