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Omadhaun
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½Irish Catholic, ½German Jewish, entirely lapsed. Raised in Scotland, lives in England. Spent 30 odd years working in the Criminal Justice system in all aspects. Retired through poor health. Covid bereaved, can't forgive the Tories for it.
Mum & dad, on their wedding day in 1965. They're 24 here, met when they were 13. Dad did 30 years in the Navy, sunk in 82 in the Falklands
Mum, bombed out twice before she was 4, by the Luftwaffe. Caught Covid in their "ring of steel" nursing homes. Died 4 months apart. Didn't survive Johnson.
November 25, 2025 at 10:30 PM
Go on. Tell us how you really feel. (I've not seen it - My 6th form college did a version of it in about 1987, I wasn't a radical, but it seemed insensitive to watch a bunch of middle class, Home Counties, proto Tories trying to be unemployed & disenfranchised Scousers. It didn't sit well with me)
November 25, 2025 at 10:15 PM
To be fair, he did want to discover the ending and end the mystery that baffled him for ages

"Did Spot get the ball?"
November 25, 2025 at 10:04 PM
What was the chat up line?
"Did you break a hip when you fell from heaven? I SAID DID YOU... oh never mind"
November 25, 2025 at 10:02 PM
That is not my dream.... especially since my ex's mum has been dead for years. That would take a LOT of KY Jelly....
November 25, 2025 at 9:59 PM
As a bored, under employed, middle aged man, with West Highland accent, perfectly happy to attend said party as Morag's husband "because she's unable to attend due to work commitments". (I am the acknowledged master of skiving in my department.)
November 23, 2025 at 1:47 AM
In 2020, I lost my mum on April 8th, my nephew on April 14th & Dad on November 2nd all from Covid. My sister died 15 years ago, so was spared losing her mum and disabled son in the space of 6 days.
The Inquiry seems to be more about protecting those who were meant to doing the protecting.
November 22, 2025 at 12:18 PM
I pointed out that the Gammonati's 2nd favourite imaginary best mate is blatantly manipulating the narrative for his vodka for free by getting his acolytes to share every "banned ad" - and 1 reply was "he does loads for animal charities". (The favourite imaginary best mate of theirs is J Clarkson)
November 18, 2025 at 10:34 PM
That bridge in the middle is a bit tricky
November 18, 2025 at 4:30 AM
Last Post (Trad. Arrived for Kazoo and/or Swanee Whistle)
November 18, 2025 at 4:28 AM
November 18, 2025 at 4:13 AM
I feel your pain. It was my brother's favourite programme as well, and mum let him choose my name.
Kind regards
Thefatcontroller Smith
November 18, 2025 at 4:04 AM
"There are two types of men.
Those who piss in the sink, and those who lie about pissing in the sink"

Aristotle. Or it might have Plato. Either/or.
November 16, 2025 at 1:03 AM
I can't be the only person who when they hear "Elon Musk" think it reminds them of really awful 1970s aftershave.
"Elon Musk. For the man who's a bit of a wanker"
November 10, 2025 at 10:50 AM
The only person who will make you happy is you. Thats not being profound- you just strike me as an outrageous arsehole
November 7, 2025 at 7:14 AM
I didn't need to know this, mum.
September 28, 2025 at 10:43 PM
Richmond are missing a much bigger trick by making sausages that taste absolutely horrendous
September 15, 2025 at 5:59 AM
"Charles, what are you doing in my room with that hammer..."
September 10, 2025 at 12:21 AM
A school friend worked for DC Thomson in the late 90s, and used to slip in names of indie band members into Commando comics
September 7, 2025 at 10:37 PM
The Bee Gees link is not news, it having been been standard practice on 1st aid courses for 20+ years.
As long as you aren't a cat in charge of childcare, you're OK.
a cartoon of a boy and a cat with the words charley says below them
ALT: a cartoon of a boy and a cat with the words charley says below them
media.tenor.com
September 4, 2025 at 5:49 PM
I've heard this before, several years ago, by John Finnemore.
Except his was funny.
August 29, 2025 at 1:45 PM
Cockwomble was used in the dodgier Plymouth nightclubs in the 90s. It meant the sort of bloke who at the end of the night would use his genitals as a compass, and like the Wombles 'pick up what everyday folk leave behind', ie a man with exceptionally low romantic standards
August 4, 2025 at 5:02 PM