David Darlington (Anderson/Oakes)
@deejsaint.bsky.social
"Fall hard, love harder."
Yeah. Er.
November 20, 2025 at 3:49 PM
Yeah. Er.
I'm now dying to know whatever the fuck this was about.
November 20, 2025 at 1:44 PM
I'm now dying to know whatever the fuck this was about.
Reposted by David Darlington (Anderson/Oakes)
Yep, why not score a goal from your own half in the 98th minute?
November 18, 2025 at 9:49 PM
Yep, why not score a goal from your own half in the 98th minute?
It was utterly horrible until it went 4-2 in the 98th minute. I wish I knew how to enjoy this till it's over.
November 18, 2025 at 10:12 PM
It was utterly horrible until it went 4-2 in the 98th minute. I wish I knew how to enjoy this till it's over.
And you noticed how and why?
November 18, 2025 at 8:39 PM
And you noticed how and why?
No relation.
November 18, 2025 at 8:53 AM
No relation.
Have a cookie.
November 18, 2025 at 3:14 AM
Have a cookie.
Was it Gordon who had it on VHS back in the dark mid-90s? I'm not sure, but I remember descending on it like a tramp on a chip. Twelve long years...
November 18, 2025 at 1:13 AM
Was it Gordon who had it on VHS back in the dark mid-90s? I'm not sure, but I remember descending on it like a tramp on a chip. Twelve long years...
Rather more than slightly, if I'm honest.
November 18, 2025 at 1:10 AM
Rather more than slightly, if I'm honest.
I am slightly in love with how Jones says 'Syooperman'.
November 18, 2025 at 1:06 AM
I am slightly in love with how Jones says 'Syooperman'.
Neither Mrs CJ nor I has ever made love to the bull missing from that sentence.
November 18, 2025 at 1:03 AM
Neither Mrs CJ nor I has ever made love to the bull missing from that sentence.
A catchphrase-based running gag to me is like a red rag to a china shop.
November 18, 2025 at 12:45 AM
A catchphrase-based running gag to me is like a red rag to a china shop.
One hundred and sixty-four apologies, O terror of the vervoids.
November 18, 2025 at 12:41 AM
One hundred and sixty-four apologies, O terror of the vervoids.
I am nearly gnawing my fingers off to avoid spoiling jokes for you. But trust me you are not about to be disappointed.
November 18, 2025 at 12:38 AM
I am nearly gnawing my fingers off to avoid spoiling jokes for you. But trust me you are not about to be disappointed.
I am duly calibrating this, next to, you know. The Apple.
Which tragically I've seen several times and might well watch again. Let's not judge each other.
Which tragically I've seen several times and might well watch again. Let's not judge each other.
November 18, 2025 at 12:37 AM
I am duly calibrating this, next to, you know. The Apple.
Which tragically I've seen several times and might well watch again. Let's not judge each other.
Which tragically I've seen several times and might well watch again. Let's not judge each other.
If the Good Lord had wanted us to cling onto wild bolting horses he'd never have invented Becher's Brook.
November 18, 2025 at 12:19 AM
If the Good Lord had wanted us to cling onto wild bolting horses he'd never have invented Becher's Brook.
In a way, yes.
November 16, 2025 at 9:03 PM
In a way, yes.
It massively pains me to agree, but... yes.
November 16, 2025 at 6:56 PM
It massively pains me to agree, but... yes.