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  1. Life of Brian ..always look on the bright side of life .
  2. Thursday 1st - Newcastle to Rome - train to Naples - overnight ferry Naples-Palermo. Friday 2nd - Train across Sicily - Palermo to Catania - night in Catania. Sat 3rd - Fly Catania to Malta. 3 days in Malta. Tues 6th - Malta -Rome for a couple of days. Thurs 8th - Rome-Copenhagen-Newcastle with SAS - only got half an hour at Copenhagen between flights.
  3. It doesnt get any better than Clare Balding waxing lyrical about Charlotte Dujardin on the wonderful Vallegro in the dressage. I'm losing the fooking will to live waiitng oon the track cycling.
  4. With the honourable exceptions for Mark Chapman (excellent presenter) , Chris Boardman (excellent summariser) and Andrew Cotter (excellent commentator) , the BBC have employed their usual gang of pundits and presenters with no personality or uttering inane drivel or unheard of bints screeching away (woman covering the rugby sevens last night for 5 live was insufferable, combined with the the dreadful gloating and triumphalism when "Team GB" win - swimming has been exxcellent to watch but ffs Helen Skelton and Rebecca Adlington are fooking dreadful. Start of athletics today and even worse with Gabby Logan, Denise Lewis and Colin Jackson - my . And thats before Paula Radcliffe and Brendan Foster get near the microphone. How ofteen can TV companies get the horrendous Clare Balding on screen as well. BBC commentator almost spunked himself when some Taunton Farmer got a bronze in the double trap shooting something or other. Complete unionist wankfest. Was brilliant watching Fiji trounce "Team GB" at rugby sevens.
  5. I saw one guy in a white t shirt, kilt and the boots up the mountain
  6. Well after all the guff about London being the best ever and Rio will be shyte coming from the State broadcaster - have to say the opening ceremony was ok -but the spinning structure surrounding the flame was magnificent. Watched the road cycling race all day yesterday , great race - but the course was outstanding - the whole coverage was like one big tourist advert for Rio - I want to go there -friendly in the Maracanã will do nicely
  7. will do - just booked my return to Manchester on the Wednesday -ryanair to Milan -followed by milan to Manchester .
  8. I'm doing the same as you Del - meeting the boys in Bratislava on the Monday - you on the 8:45 Ryanair from Manchester? Ive not booked Budapest Hotel yet - loads of them.
  9. Glenn "second ball Clive" Hoddle. How the fook did he get the co-commentator gig unless iTV were looking for someone even more boring than Andy Townsend
  10. Went to Bridlington for a night on way back from Hull after a rugby league game the night before. It was like a ghost town - although ended up getting pished in a few decent bars.
  11. Did another wee weekend Billy Nomates trip from Newcastle to Hull and Bridlington. Mainly bagging another rugby league ground to watch Hull FC v Leeds. Played Hull Golf Club on Friday - £18 on teeofftimes - normally £50 on website - quite posh - pro let me play anytime as Id arrived 45 mins before booked time - millionaire's golf course was empty having been closed due to rain earlier in morning. Fabulous condition but some big long par fours that I just cant reach in two. Bridlington on Saturday - played Flamborough Head - really exposed but a wee bit samey on front nine with a lot of downhill drives and up hill again to greens - again too difficult for me to reach some of them with the length and the wind against me. Intended to play Forest of Galtres near York on the way back but had a bit of a hangover and hen I reached the course realised I could hardly walk so got straight back in the car and offsski. Had another group of dicks in front of me on Thursday at South Moor near Durham. Wouldn't let me through then two lovely ladies let them through and me straight behind them. Khunts still wouldn't let me through - so when I came down the eighteenth they were loading their cars in the car park and I strolled over and told them what a bunch of pricks they were. Cue the single player has no standing shyte - then one of them muttering "Scottish git" as I went back to the green. Love a good argie bargie on the course now -wwill get my head kicked in at some point.
  12. Had a wee trip down memory lane to Scarborough and Filey at the weekend - first time back there since I worked at Butlins Filey for a summer season in 1979. Played Scarborough South Cliff (£18 on teeofftimes) - then decided I was still fit enough to play Filey (£16 after 4pm). Both good courses but realy enjoyed Scarborough. Saturday - went to Whitby on the way back - fabulous town really enjoyed it then played Whitby golf course in afternoon (£10 on teeofftimes) - another good course -- has a ravine with a path which you have to hit across 150 yards on 2 holes - then cross it by a narrow walkbridge - managed to cross both times but the first time the hole then goes dog leg uphill with the green 10 yards short of a pub with loads of folk in back garden all watching , clapping and whooing when putt going near hole. Very different experience.
  13. Iceland - taking care of all your frozen fuds.
  14. Superb performance from the main man today against Spain including one fantastic save from Piquet.
  15. Didn't do any research into pubs - had played Scarborough and Filey golf courses in one day and was a bit knackered -just went for a wee walk in the general direction of the lights.