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Must join you in your dislike of musical theatre. I have mates who love it, some who work in that world too but I find it unbearably cheesy.
I just don’t understand the need to sing dialogue instead of saying it. The songs are always crap as well
 
1) I had a West Germany top when I was about 8
2) I think The Goonies is a rubbish film
3) I used to put salad cream on pizza when I was a kid
 
I watch every Eurovision Song contest (including the semi finals). In the months leading up to it I actively seek out the songs selected and repeatedly listen to them to familiarise myself with them.

Were you on a tv game show recently?
 
Don't worry, it was a RAF mess room. It was midships, right underneath 4 spot. Cant remember which mess but it it was September 11th 2001. The planes had just hit and we had been out in Valetta Malta and were very very drunk. We had just arrived the previous day and not found our bearings as we literally dumped our bags, got briefed and went into town.
I was there 96-98, 2004-2005,2009
 
Must join you in your dislike of musical theatre. I have mates who love it, some who work in that world too but I find it unbearably cheesy.
I'm with you on this. My missus' family LOVE it. To the point that every family gathering ends up with them round the piano singing, or Christmas quiz's end up with a musicals round. Me and her sister's boyfriend just look at each other in bemusement.
 
1. I havent owned or watched TV at home since 1979 Election Night, when Thatcher became Prime Minister. So I have never watched "strictly" or have any idea what "Peaky Blinders" is about, or "Im a celebrity".

2. If I want to switch off and numb myself to sleep I put xfactor on loop on youtbe because its crap.

3. I once had a Cork City shirt.
 
I think there’s a spread of styles. Some is obviously incredibly cheesy, some is a little bit, and some isn’t so much. But I think some of it is ok.

I'd agree with this, but even the cheesy stuff can be good. Before we had kids me and the other half would go to London at least once a year for a long weekend and cram in three shows. Friday night, Sat Matinee and Sat night.

Cheesy but entertaining......
 
In my student days on entering a night club i projectile vomited into a coat hood of the girl in front of me. To my shame she didn't notice and I said nothing,
 
1. My mates mam called me one afternoon when I was 8 pints in a Sunday afternoon session and I told him he would love an exercise bike for Christmas. On Christmas morning he opened an exercise bike.

2. Same mate on Christmas Eve we pressed reminder on television x the fantasy channel for Christmas night. When the whole family including his 90 old gran had the Royal Family Christmas Dinner, Jim Royal had “Jordan’s festive g string divas is about to start”.

3. Imho Mark Viduka was a better player than Juninho...
 
I was the last best man at Ayresome park when my mate got married & had the last ever fuction at AP

Never ever been on a motorbike

Love the sound of music

Never watched any Star Wars movies
 
1. I DIDN'T attended that 1st game against Port Vale at Hartlepool in 86 (think I must be the only one)

2. I own the 1st BROS album

3. I don`t like women with hairy arms
 
I once pinched a guys Chinese that he left it on a wall whilst using the cash machine - It was my first night out after having discs removed from my back and still having stitches in and was wearing a back support.

I left the Cleveland Inn just before midnight and a guy in front of me was staggering across the car park with a huge bag of Chinese. The aroma was making my mouth water and due to the time of night and everywhere being shut, you couldn't get one for love or money.

When he reached the Woodman, he dipped into the bag, took out one of the cartons and removed the lid. He then seemed to pause, staggered across the road towards the HSBC bank (Whitehouse Cafe now) and decided he wanted some cash. He placed his opened Chinese meal (which he hadn't touched) on the cottage wall and staggered back to the bank. I waited until he put his pin in the machine and it was counting out his money and I seized my opportunity and hobbled off with his Chinese. The guy was shouting after me but didn't know if he should leave his card and money to go after me or wait for it all to pop out. Luckily for me he chose the latter and this gave me a 150 metre start on him. At first I thought I would just pick it up and move it, but when I realised it was beef and green peppers in black bean sauce and he wasn't getting it back. I headed off down the High St towards the Pov and was nearing the corner of Braidwood when he set off staggering and shouting after me.

Now you have got to picture this drunk guy staggering about trying to chase a guy who is just learning to walk again and I am juggling the Chinese from hand to hand because the carton is burning my fingers. I'm trying to run like Douglas Bader and he's closing in on me, when we reach the first cut. I know I've got get through the first cut and into the second to make it home before he catches me. I'm now through the first and into the second and can see the back of our house. I turn into our gateway and have my keys ready when he is at the back of the house. I've got the door open and in I go, closing it quickly behind me. The wife comes to the top of the landing, puts on the light and demands to know what I've been doing - she knows I'm up to no good. I shout for her to turn the light off and the guy appears at the end of the drive and he's looking about not knowing where I had gone.

The wife and I end up sat on the stairs, watching the guy going back and fore trying to suss out how I've disappeared into thin air, whilst we are eating his Chinese.

For weeks after I went out with a spare fiver to give to the bloke if he pulled me.
 
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