Kudos to the guy who came up with assumed name "Timmy" for a mallet story.
14 posts • joined 12 Dec 2008
At least two sausages. At least two rashers of bacon, nicely crisped. None of this chewy nonsense. Black pudding definitely. No two ways about that. Eggs fried, yolk runny. As long as we have all that, add whatever else you want - hash browns, mushrooms, beans, but remember - the tomato is just there to make it look nice. Never eat the tomato.
Hardly an influence
Regarding these sorts of whinges on "impressing roles" upon kids, I often point out that when I was a lad, I got toy guns for Christmas, and my sister got Barbie dolls. Now, She's in the Army, and I'm a panto dame.
If these films did have that sort of influence, she'd now be a princess, co-habiting with 7 wizened geriatrics, and I'd probably be an axe-wielding wicked queen's bitch. Not the case.
And it's not just the pubs and clubs...
Every time Newcastle United are on telly, even if it's an away tie at Antarctica United, there's always at least one shot of a shirtless, bald, Geordie shouting his mouth off while swilliing lager (more recently, this has been the club's owner). What is also noticeable about each of these fellows is that they make Jabba the Hutt look like something off a Special K advert. Natural insulation, innit?
LiveNation, Soulless indeed
These are the people who run Sunderland Empire, who tried charging me a £3 fee for box office collection for tickets a while ago. Needless to say, I didn't buy them. Along with booking fee, the extra charges would have amounted to more than 25% of the advertised ticket prices.