Daggers

They're moaning about us moaning. So fill this thread with every single morsel of positivity we can all clasp onto.

This isn't a yo-yo club anymore. It's a downward spiral. It's like a drowning man bobbing up for his penultimate breaths. This is a dead parrot, it has ceased to be, mate if it wasn't nailed to the perch it'd be pushing up the daisies.

Please save comments like this for a post match positivity thread otherwise it'll be empty and the clappers will start complaining about Nazi moderation again.

If Ndidi plays one more suicide pass someone should phone Samaritans for him.

No stream on Fawa. Phew, I can go do something else.

I think it's shite and I've not listened to it.

Did someone just mention pretending not to have a lot of money to spend and moaning about it?

We didn't sign The Singh, he was found in a box of discarded Fox Leisure sex aids left in the car park when Mandaric left the club.

Then it'd be more...

Those are so awful they're brilliant.

I have, I’m not telling the wife. She won’t understand. She won’t believe I needed more lenses. And she doesn’t need to know what type of bow I’m getting either.

TBH, I'd appreciate someone being able to regularly update me on whether I'm dead or not so I can work out if this is life or Hell. *Especially when I find the daughter has put the heating on in August while the back door and upstairs windows are open.

No. I think you got it right first time: faxing yourself is a far better route to a healthy weight. If you're Rudkin you'll spend all the time trying to get the fax to work and won't be able to eat.

I have normal blood pressure for the second reading in a row. I put it down to no longer caring about what King Power are doing.

Get all of you with your daft, unpopular opinions.

Reported for being 'far right'. That'll learn them.

Only if he's working at a food bank. He'd spend the time being a prima Donna, sucking money from the budget and failing to win games. Guy has played his last match in the UK.

The album was released when I was back at university for the umpteenth time - and this album was the soundtrack to my canal side bike ride to lectures at Aston every day. Don't know what prompted me to pop it on when taking the dogs out on Friday, but they were impressed with my lusty singing

Nobody can say Kettering isn't a serious town, we have proper crime and everything. https://www.northantstelegraph.co.uk/news/crime/kettering-man-locked-up-after-admitting-late-night-town-centre-assault-4742405?fbclid=IwY2xjawEurXlleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHQJdku2A19pMYgTW84m59oj4y7FfHshwc6V4zzLCzOei_DMv8SXsiC8-ig_aem_5Puu09UzdPq3as2TDfeYXg "He admitted theft after stealing an Amazon parcel – containing multipacks of Cheetos worth just over £25 – from someone’s doorstep at about 2.45pm." A parcel of Cheetos, you'll never sing that.

Still reckon the opening four tracks of this album are up there as the best ever. Adore building to the crescendo of "So fvcking useless!" every damn time.

It's just beyond feeble, isn't it.