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I'm sure this story would have been reported in exactly the same way if a black muslim woman had come to Britain, gained work as a teacher, and broken our existing laws regarding inciting racial hatred.

It was "Bottom" and gold was represented by a box of Terry's All Gold.

Worst. Nativity. Ever.

You work for Sebastian Coe?

Happy birthday and that, Bar Lass.

Computer games cost millions of pounds to produce. Recording studios aren't cheap either.

Hats off to all concerned.

I used to be able to do that.

He'll be sacked tomorrow morning, about 08.31.

I fear the worst for "Lassiter's".

Happy birthday and that.

Grandfathers hanging themselves in barns, going blind through drinking illegal vodka, mullets, dancing bears, fur hats, gulags, Boris Yeltsin, Stalin's purges, Roman Abramovich, Cossack anti-perspirant, sushi poisoners, Constantin Chernenko, that sniper fellow, plastic pitches... Can you hear me, plastic pitches? Your boys took one HELL of a beating! Oy vey the lads! PS Re: Scotland: Un-lucky!

While not wishing to pour cold water on your little Cagney and Lacey impression, it would surprise me if Cympil were able to locate her own posterior without recourse to using both of her hands and a map.

BURN THE VELOCIPEDOPHILE!!!!!!!!111!!!!!IWERERIGHTABOUTTHATSADDLE!!!!!!11!!!

QED.

Another troll? Splendid. Just what this place needs.

A worthwhile endeavour. Well done, that man. Well, honours even, a point away from home, dignity intact, a fair result etc etc... A couple of points worth mentioning. Alan Smith is a knacker. Mike Ashley looks like a pork butcher. Ross Wallace and Kenwood Chef are good players. Roy Keane should get a shave and a decent jacket, the money he's on. I'll bid you a good day.

Anyone?

It's the eve of the game that all of the region's football supporters look out for. Sunderland vs Newcastle. Kit-Kats vs Magpies. Roy "He Walks His Dog, You Know" Keano vs "Big" Sam "No Stranger to the Steak Bake" Allardyce. Evil vs Good. With both teams surfing the crest of a slump and gale force winds forecast, tomorrow's game scarcely promises to be a treat for the purist. Blood, snot and tears will be the order of the day, military metaphors will abound, fists will be clenched, sinews strained and diminuitive foreigners kicked up in the air. This twenty-something scenester's considered opinion? A hard-fought two-nil victory for the forces of righteousness and much rending of flesh and wailing from the Wearside inbreds. But, heck, what do I know? The square root of Sweet !*!@# Adams, that's what. Why not post your equally idiotic opinions? Tell us who you reckon will win and why they're all a bliddy disgrace, the money they're on. You know you want to.

Scum.

Does it belong to Liam Gallagher? Sunny today, what? How 'bout that Johnny Wilkinson, eh? He's some boy. Anyhoo, this pet. Mad ferret!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!IEMADFORIT!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!