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Football topics on this forum today.
Is it just that everyone is bored with the Fitton non appointment saga.

you can never tire of it

I think it's cos there's no football today.

I think we've had more than enough football recently. Need to make up the bollocks ratio.

I agree, we're sliding dangerously down towards the 79% mark

What is football?

Whaaaaaa? All this effort of posting rubbish on the "Black Ice" thread - and this is the feedback we get.

Gutted.

but the black ice thread sucessfully blends football and bollocks

Yeah. And at a rate which is well below the 80/25 required.

what are you cooking today Ben? Im bored - Im supposed to be revising but I lost it at Synovial joints!

I've lost it after a few joints as well I wouldn't worry.

I'm not cooking anything today. Sorry. Having a day off.

I'm just making my way through a pot of coffee at the moment. I might combine it with a crumpet or two in a minute.

oww I wanted some tales and adventures

Ben dropped two crumpets in the toaster and pressed down the lever. Nothing beat a couple of crumpets to go with a cup of coffee in the afternoon. Looking around he suddenly realised how dark it had gotten outside. "That's strange, it's the middle of the day" he thought as he leant over to switch on the lights. The expected luminescence flooded the room, but it was short lived. The lights fizzled on and off a few times before settling on a slow dimming into darkness.

The gloom seemed to be imposing into the kitchen, an unpleasant attack of night at the wrong time. The mindless chatter of the radio seemed to struggle against it, the droning of the voices lengthening into scilence.

The relentless whirring of the washing machine was the next to go, the momentum of it's spinning finally giving in to stillness, it's damp contents slumping down, never to finish their spin cycle.

"My crumpets!" cried Ben, expecting the worse as he jumped across the kitchen to check on his toasted snack. The toaster seemed to be working fine, but there was something different. The warming promise of an afternoon treat had gone, replaced with an ominous foreboding in the glow of the filament.

Something wanted Ben to finish his crumpets.....

Something or someone? What secret did the crumpets hold? The answer to these questions stirred Ben into action. He put on some tights and a pair of leggings and pirouetted through the front door into the cold and unwelcoming afternoon. "Maybe the answer lies with the supplier of the crumpets" he mumbled to himself. He headed toward the shop that had sold him the crumpets, intent on getting some answers.

He entered the shop, sounding a bell that announced his presence to the shopkeeper who appeared from behind a curtain that hid his living quarters from the outside world. "I've been expecting you" he said with a smile that reminded Ben of a PE teacher that used to watch him and his school friends shower after gym. "The crumpets...." Ben started. "You want something harder?" said the shopkeeper, pulling a packet of muffins from under the counter. "No....I.......Do you have jam?" Ben said. "Of course" replied the shopkeeper and lead Ben through the curtain....

We want more!!! :D

The story cannot finish there!

this is bloody ace !

Come on - next installment please :)

You have to buy the book

booooooooooooooo!!!

hissssssssssssssssssssssss!!

I'll disclose part 3 later or tomorrow then. After that it's up to spacey to do part 4 and we may need a guest writer for part 5 because I'll be in brizzle.

Don't bother you took so fucking long i have just watched it on dave.

ok then.