I knew this thread would turn out like this.
Dave being a massive BERK basically.
I knew this thread would turn out like this.
Dave being a massive BERK basically.
Yeah, most people can’t hack London tbf.
Loosers with no minerals in essence.
This is how I eat EVERYDAY
The bestest most beautiful burger in town!
Can’t wait until Don sues them.
Smallman1 Clearly has a chip on his shoulder.
Chips on his shoulder more like.
Remember as a student in Liverpool one time walking into Kwik Save on Smithdown Road. They had cardboard cut-outs like the one of Trump in that video, but of Michael Barrymore in a suit doing a thumbs up with a speech bubble saying “Alwight?”. This was the year before Stuart Lubbock was murdered in his house.
Not sure if Kwik Save is still a thing?
Remember it so vividly. My housemate bought a bag of Kwik-Save ’no frills oven fries. I remember giving him a load of shit at the time.
The next weekend we were at Zaine’s takeaway on Smithdown and same mate ordered chips. They opened the exact same bag of frozen ‘oven chips’ and poured about 20 of them into the fryer. Before relieving him of almost twice the cost of what he’d paid for a whole bag himself.
I was absolutely pissing myself laughing. Then as we were leaving the bizzies arrived and went in the back of the shop to arrest the fella who had just served my mate because he had a stolen bike behind the counter. True story.
That story sums Liverpool up beautifully Dutch!
My Senior Project Manager is from Liverpool….fucking animal.
Subtle as a flying mallet
Yeah, there’s no doubt parts of the north are absolutely grim. If anyone thinks Liverpool is bad, well… try going to some of these old Yorkshire pit villages like Featherstone, where everyone has been on smack since 1984.
The point I was making was really just… imagine you are say, a retail store manager (a median-income job in the UK), if you are in Liverpool, you could be living in Mossley Hill or Aigburth, a well-to-do suburb with plenty of green space and doing some quite pleasant things with your weekend like hanging around cafes having brunch, basically an easy-going middle class lifestyle, whereas if you were doing the same job in London your life would be much less pleasant - probably living in some absolute hole like Erith and commuting in to the West End on packed, expensive trains every day, running the gauntlet of stabbings and estate crime in the evening (if you even go out).
I mean, no offence Ed, you’re clearly from a wealthy family and you have a white collar job, and you only bought your first property last year (with a leaky roof).