Joey Julliard sent in this picture claiming that Palace fans are the ugliest of all football fans. His qualifications to make to make this accusation? He is one.
This needs debate. Who do you think has the ugliest fans in football?
Shit Londoner Sooz Chandler … “I spotted this chap on the overground. I have no explanation for his attire – daubed in yellow face paint, he was alone, although on his mobile phone for the journey and it was the middle of the afternoon.
I almost wish I’d followed him, but I think I prefer imagining he was on his way to Canary Wharf.”
Newspaper headline proving that romance isn’t dead in this part of town. Also worth noting in the background is a text book example of a “Croydon Facelift” being worn in its natural habitat.
Shit Londoner Bill Shephard spotted this in his local Tesco and wrote ”Not content with being the largest grocer in the UK, Tesco are now helping find non-gender specific love through their in-store community boards. I’ll be honest I nearly dropped my basket through laughter when I saw this.”
There are a few of these guys that stand around Oxford Street holding signs that read simply “Jesus”. They remind me of cab drivers waiting at the arrivals hall at an airport. Maybe they have some insider knowledge, perhaps that the second coming has already happened but Jesus has become mislaid somehow. Maybe he came back and announced “I am Jesus, son of God, who died for your sins” and was just regarded in the normal way people do when someone claims to be the messiah. I know I’ve met at least 5 people in my lifetime who have claimed to be Jesus and I believed none of them. Admittedly this claim was usually mixed up with a whole load of other wild boasts ranging from the traditional “transmitters in my brain” to the somewhat stranger “a hand came out of the telephone when I was a kid and gave me some Kit Kats. That’s why I’m like this”. If Jesus is back he’s probably wandering the streets thinking to himself “Last time I was here they couldn’t nail me to a cross fast enough, this time nobody will give me the time of day. Why do I even bother?”
You know that special moment where you’re just emerging from deep sleep, you’re warm and cosy, maybe even snuggled up next to the one you love and then you get the feeling somethings not quite right? The bed feels a little harder than you recall, a little colder, your crotch a little wetter, your bedroom a little noisier and…erm…stationey…and oh, oh fuck my head hurts.
Spotted by Charlotte Harrison
