I had that Lyle & Scott jumper on the left there. I was 11.

If you want to pronounce it authentically, it’s more “carree” than “curree”. Natives can’t do the vowel sound, wools like yourself or non-wools.

Makes a change from llamas and alpacas.

When’s the coffee table book coming out? These are BANGERS.

If you’re not cheating, you’re not trying.

This is more tragic than the final scene of Titanic.

I’m moving to that part of the world imminently. Selflessly, I am going in to the wooliest of woolies to confront these bellends any way they like, using the powers I gained from OL2, L1, L8, E2, SE2, E8 and SE15. Their days are fucking numbered.

Beautiful stadium.

Amazing how their racist fingers can find their racist keys. They need work on the spelling -
and on walking while beating their wives at the same time - but the thumb typing is both impressive and promising.

Echo chamber aren’t ye? Very farmer to be interested in only the things you want to hear. Them cows won’t milk themselves in the morning.

Goalkeepers whose names are also verbs: Jan Oblak.

There’s an under-explored further loophole through which these two lads escaped. The law says the information must be *useful* to an enemy.

A bunch of unclassified crap from the desk of a constituency MP will never stand up as useful, even in a closed court.

Yer look like yer da lah.

If you shoot accurately towards Pickford’s right, you score. That means YOU Woolfinder.

Looks like woolly Lancashire hotpot to me. Bet you can knit a jumper from the offcuts.

Follow them home, then knock on *their* door wearing your Martin McGuinness.