THE ANGLOGALICIAN CUP: They Col Me The Killer. Forajidos De Leyenda Emboscados En Un Campo De Coles

They Col Me The Killer. Forajidos De Leyenda Emboscados En Un Campo De Coles

This is the latest in a series of interviews with legends of the AngloGalician Cup.
I give you Colin “Killer” Whaley, Renaissance Man.

Beer or Lager?
Neither, until recently I was quite partial to a nice crisp cider such as Aspells, but I am now more inclined to explore the mysteries of red wine. I’m only a beginner on this subject, but perhaps my Galician friends could give me some recommendations?

Why do you support Man Utd?
I have supported Manchester United since 1967 when I was ten years old and I started to collect press clippings of the match reports. The first one was a 6-1 beating of West Ham which clinched United the League title. Why Manchester United? I think it was (a) because they were the best team in England at that time (and a lot of kids pick the top teams of the day) and b) they had the holy trinity of Law, Best and Charlton and I quickly became a massive fan of George Best.

What are your 5 favourite movies?
· Zulu
· The Warriors
· Gladiator
· Where eagles dare
· The magnificent seven

What are your 5 favourite books?
· Lord of the rings by Tolkien
· The Iliad by Homer
· Day of the triffids by John Wyndham
· The insult by Rupert Thomsom
· The shipping news by E.Annie Proulx

5 favourite albums?
Shit, you are asking me to choose only five of my kids?
· Teaser and the Fire cat by Cat Stevens. The first album I bought and a constant companion throughout my life
· Ragged Glory by Neil Young and Crazy Horse. The perfect Crazy Horse album
· Ramones by The Ramones or any other one from Leave Home and Rocket to Russia.
· Highway to hell by ACDC
· Brothers and sisters by The Allman Brothers Band

What is the future of the Anglogalician Cup
The next stage will be walking football as age catches up with both teams. Then the numbers will decline due to mortality until one player is left from each side and in 2050 they will fight the cup out over a Subbuteo pitch in an old folks home.

Punk or Prog?
Ooh, I do love a good punk track and I saw the Pistols, Clash, Ramones et al back in the day. But these days I’m much more inclined to prog such as Marillion, Big Big Train and Riverside.

When are the Tipsy Kings making a comeback
a) Either when the chattering masses deserve us and need us most or b) if we were made a good offer or c) when we can be arsed.

What was it like being a teenager in England in the 70’s?
Though politically England in the 70s was a depressing and turbulent time, as a teenager you didn’t take much notice (other than the odd power cut). I had a good bunch of mates and knew a lot of people around the town, so I had a lot of fun. I worked as soon as I left school so had money in my pocket so, for me, it was a constant round of pubs, gigs, parties, clubs, festivals and football (sometimes in the same day).

What do you think of England now?
I hate it. The political elite (the main parties) are a continual let down and the rest of the establishment is in thrall to the political elite. The countries infrastructure is decayed. There are too many people for the public services to cope with. The environment is not being looked after. A good deal of the population is rude, selfish or morally reprehensible. The ‘good people’ on which you hope society can build seem to be an ever decreasing number. I’m going to stop, I’m depressing myself!

What are your hobbies apart from drinking beer?
Listening to music. Reading. Cinema going. Singing with the legendary Ten Beers After Brotherhood. Jigsaws. Researching my family tree. Park running.

When are your daughters coming to visit Pontevedra?
a) Either when the chattering masses deserve them and need them most or b) if they were made a good offer or c) when they can be arsed.

What do you think of Pontevedra/Galicia?
I absolutely love it. The last time I was there, I sat in the town centre amazed at the amount of people; couples and families just strolling around in the sunshine. They were smiling, wore colourful clothes and just seemed so relaxed. You wouldn’t get that in Sheffield. I’d like to see more of Galicia and would be interested in any good hikes if anybody can suggest any.

Should Porcos have been given 3-0 win because of Stags no show in the XV?
Absolutely not – it’s a fake result. We should be recording actual scores not just making them up. Ridiculous!

Gog and the Telepathic Hyenas/Broke Lord, Pantano or Flip Chorale and Los Macabros?
All of them!! They are all legends along with Oscar Avendaño

Just in this day:Brexit or No Brexit?
No Brexit – but, to be honest I’m almost past caring I’m so fed up with hearing about it

Barcelona, Real Madrid or Celta Vigo?
Celta Vigo of course, they are the only team whose flag I have on the chair in my music room!

Best pub in Sheffield
I would have to go with tradition and pick The Fat Cat and also give a special mention to my current watering hole The Church House where we rehearse and meet for a regular social.

Best pub in England
Hmm. Tough one, but I’ll choose the Tan Hill Inn in Swaledale. This is the highest pub in Great Britain and the scene of a number of lengthy beer drinking session over the years. It’s also on the Pennine Way which I am proud to say I walked back in the 80s

Will Stags win next round in October?
Do bears shit in the woods!

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Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 121

- Racist cunt; 3 de marzo de 2020, 09:29
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- Stan Laurel; 3 de marzo de 2020, 09:30
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- Yes; 3 de marzo de 2020, 09:31
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- South; 3 de marzo de 2020, 09:31
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- Yes again; 3 de marzo de 2020, 09:31
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 138

- Not the evil ones; 3 de marzo de 2020, 09:32
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 66 - I don’t understand the question

@ 71 @85 @91: WTF?; 3 de marzo de 2020, 09:34
Elmer Gruñón Egghead Fuck dixo...: Over the years, CBS executives have always been very generous when it comes to sharing their ideas as to how I might better do my job. I have never returned the favor regarding how they might run their network. Until now. Now I have a really good idea. Step One: Create an internal division with workers who do nothing but check out the claims of prospective advertisers. And I mean really check them out. If it's a car, have somebody drive it around to see if it accelerates into walls or slow-moving pedestrians for no particular reason. If it's beer, have someone drink it and report back if it gets them laid. If it's a pill, have someone take it for awhile, then wait to see if they grow a tail, get anal leakage, or commit suicide. Step Two: Quality control. All commercials must be aesthetically pleasing, seriously funny, poignant, or dramatic. Any commercials deemed loud, stupid and/or obnoxious are not aired. Period. No exceptions. Step Three: Tell the world that CBS only airs the coolest and most honest commercials. It's always Superbowl Sunday at CBS! Step Four: Watch the money roll in. A Final Thought: Don't worry about the initial loss of income created by dropping the dumb stuff (e.g. Cockney lizards who sell insurance). You'll more than make that money back by demanding that your high-quality advertisers cut you in for a piece of their action. You have, after all, earned it by giving them the CBS seal of approval. Another Final Thought: If you adopt my idea, my consulting fee is one million shares of CBS stock. Or better yet, one hundred shares of Apple stock.; 4 de marzo de 2020, 23:39
Elmer Gruñón Egghead Fuck dixo...: I didn't go to my 40th high school reunion. I agonized over the decision. Part of me wanted to go simply to take a victory lap. Part of me thought that to be a most unworthy motivation for traveling across the country in a private jet with a full head of hair, a 32 inch waistline and a beautiful woman almost half my age. Part of me wanted to see how my classmates turned out after decades of life. Part of me was simply frightened by the mortality issues implied by "decades of life." Part of me did not want to revisit memories of that sad, alienated kid whose best idea for attending the Sadie Hawkins Day Dance was sitting on the handball court swilling Southern Comfort and then blundering into the gym until a teacher threw him out on his ass, after which he threw up on his shoes. Part of me was simply worn out from work and feared the reunion would culminate with a debilitating, schadenfreude-enducing stroke near the punch bowl. Part of me truly wanted to enjoy the company of the people I grew up with. Part of me feared being judged by them, even if the judgment was positive. Well, it's too late now. The reunion is over. Now there's a part of me that has quietly begun to agonize over going to the 50th. And a part of me that regrets not going to the 40th in case I'm dead by the 50th. And a part of me which is thoroughly exhausted by the part of me that worries and thinks too much. But that part of me writes sitcoms and vanity cards so the exhausted part of me just has to suck it up. And yet there's still another part of me that merely watches all the other parts with tender, paternal amusement. Part of me thinks that's my spiritual part - the loving, non-judgmental, ever-present witness. Part of me thinks that if I'm still alive for my 50th, that part would have a good time at the party. Re-reading this card now, part of me thinks I should be heavily medicated.; 4 de marzo de 2020, 23:39
Elmer Gruñón Egghead Fuck dixo...: Everywhere I look I see Ned Beatty. Not literally Ned Beatty. What I keep seeing appears to be his doppelgänger, or his evil twin, or a Ned Beatty wannabe, or simply some paunchy, red-faced, middle-aged sonuvabitch who has either the great misfortune or great good luck to look just like Ned Beatty. I would also venture to say that if you were to casually glance over your shoulder, you too would see -- not now, wait until it's cool... okay, now. See it? There are a suspicious number of Ned Beattys wandering around this country. If one were conspiratorially- inclined, one might even think that someone is growing a secret army of the rotund little bastards. Why? To what end? Retribution on an apocalyptic scale for the lifelong mocking the real Ned Beatty endured after appearing in the sodomy scene in Deliverance? Whatever the purpose, there's ample reason to be afraid. The only reassurance we can have is the knowledge that it's not nearly as scary as a whole bunch of Warren Beattys running around.; 4 de marzo de 2020, 23:40
Rojo Porcollóns dixo...: Una obvia,
Colin
¿te gustan las coles?
Y la coliflor?; 5 de marzo de 2020, 10:10
O Derradeiro Xabarín Ceibe dixo...: Do nabo sal a nabiza,
Da nabiza sal o grelo,
son tres persoas distintas
e un solo un Main verdadeiro.; 5 de marzo de 2020, 10:15
Vou ó Carniceiro dixo...: Nabos e coles, comer de señores; 5 de marzo de 2020, 10:18
Barrabás Balarrasa dixo...: ¿Recordará alguien, cuando ya muchos estemos obligados a huir, aquellas lejanas ilusiones primeras o tendrán mejor suerte mis músicos, mis payasos tristes, mis muñecas monstruosas?; 6 de marzo de 2020, 22:44
Nihil Moriarty dixo...: La sinceridad es probablemente solo el coraje de los débiles. Cuéntame sobre la pereza de los fuertes; están esperando entrar en prisión para hacer una entrevista; 8 de marzo de 2020, 13:30
El Grito de Gypo Nolan dixo...: The name Whaley came to England with the ancestors of the Whaley family in the Norman Conquest of 1066. The Whaley family lived in Lancashire, in the township of Whalley while Whaley is a small village in Derbyshire.

The surname Whaley was first found in Lancashire where they were descended from Wyamarus Whalley, who accompanied William the Conqueror, from Normandy, and was the Standard Bearer at the Battle of Hastings. The Conqueror gave him the lordship of Whalley in the county of Lancaster. In 1296 an Abbot and about 20 monks arrived in Whalley to create a church that would become Whalley Abbey. One of the census records of the name was Robert de Whalley who died before 1193 and was listed as the rector of Rochdale.

The church of St. Michael in Aughton, Lancashire would be an important ecclesiastical stronghold for the family. For it was there that a long tradition of rectors in the family was established. The first was Henry le Waleys who was rector in 1292, followed by Thomas le Waleys in 1303, Gilbert le Waleys in 1317, John le Waleys in 1318 and Henry (son of Richard) le Waleys in 1337.

The first of the tenants of Litherland, Augton "was Richard le Waleys, who also held a third of the manor of Aughton. In 1212 it was found that he was holding a ploughland in Litherland for 10s. He died in 1221, and his son and heir Richard agreed to pay 40s. -four times the annual rent-as his relief, and was placed in possession. After the death of Richard, a Robert le Waleys appears to have been the principal member of the family; possibly he was a brother and held some part of the manor, acting as guardian to John le Waleys of Litherland, the son and heir of Richard, who lived on till the beginning of the next century, and was after his death said to have been a 'centenarian.' "; 8 de marzo de 2020, 22:07
Full English Breakfast dixo...: Scoop the scrambled veggie eggs onto the cauliflower rice then top with a big spoonful of salsa and my Lazy Girl’s Guacamole, aka 1/2 avocado mashed with lemon or lime juice, garlic powder, and salt. ???????? Pair with a cup of coffee, cold OJ, or big cup of water to jump start your day the healthy way; 10 de marzo de 2020, 09:16
Cebola Cebolla Onion dixo...: ¿Quién puede reír sobre esta roca de los sacrifícios de gallos?

¿Quién se tiene a sí mismo cuando las claves chocan?

¿Quién desdeña ahogarse en la indefinible llamarada del flamboyán?; 13 de marzo de 2020, 19:44
Emma Frost dixo...: Y después salió otro: 88 locomotoras de la Liverpool Cardiff han sido equipadas con nuevos propulsores a petróleo...
Grandes cantidades de las variedades más pesadas (o sea, de sangre galaica) se encuentran ahora disponibles en el país.

De la metallurgie, en Angleterre, qu'est-ce qu'on pense de Colin?; 13 de marzo de 2020, 19:50
Zaštitnik Bitingkerbs dixo...: Les habrá quedado claro, pues, de lo útil que resulta la Oficina Gatuna para los gatos. De todos modos, seis meses después de este episodio que les acabo de referir, la Sexta Oficina Gatuna fue disuelta.

Imagino que ya se habrán dado cuenta de la causa.

*

Los tres secretarios de la oficina le profesaban al Cuarto Secretario, el “Gato Horno”, un odio desmedido. Especialmente la Tercera Secretario, la Gata Calicó, que se moría de ganas por quitarle la responsabilidad de las tareas que el “Gato Horno” tenía encomendadas.

El “Gato Horno” hizo todo lo que pudo por congraciarse con el resto de mininos, pero no tuvo el menor éxito.

Veamos un ejemplo:

Un día, el Gato Atigrado dejó su almuerzo encima del escritorio y se dispuso a comer. Pero le atacó el sueño y no pude reprimir un bostezo, así que, con todas sus fuerzas, estiró sobre la mesa sus cortas extremidades

(dentro de la sociedad felina no es una ofensa hacerlo, inclusive frente a sus superiores. En el mundo de los humanos sería como enrollarse los bigotes)

Pero el Gato Atigrado cometió un error: y es que mantuvo erguidas las piernas y, así, el escritorio quedó como formando una pequeña colina. Ello provocó que la caja en donde estaba el almuerzo se deslizase y cayera al piso, justamente enfrente del Jefe de la Oficina. Como era de aluminio, la caja no sufrió ningún daño y el Gato Atigrado se reincorporó rápidamente. Estiró sus manos por encima del escritorio y quiso recoger la caja, pero como sus extremidades eran tan cortas no pudo agarrarla bien. Para complicarlo todo, la caja se iba deslizando de lado a lado.

El Gato Negro, comiéndose al tiempo un panecillo, le dijo sonriente:

—Oye, es imposible. Nunca vas a alcanzarla.

El Cuarto Secretario, el “Gato Horno”, que acababa de abrir la caja de su almuerzo, quiso ayudar y recogió la caja del suelo e intentó dársela al Gato Atigrado. Éste, al verlo, se puso furioso, y rehusó la caja que le ofrecía el “Gato Horno”, retrayendo sus manos. Indignado, y convulsionando el cuerpo, le reprochó:

—¡No puedo tolerar este insulto! ¿Trata de decirme que me coma ese almuerzo? Qué sinvergüenza que es Vd. Me pide que me trague algo que se cayó al piso.

—No, cómo puede pensar… Es que como vi que no era capaz de recoger la caja, pues yo sólo se la estaba pasando…

—¿En qué momento intenté yo recogerla, eh? Yo lo hice nada más porque era un ofensa para nuestro Jefe que esa caja se haya caído frente a él. Además, yo sólo pretendía que quedase bajo mi escritorio.

—Perdone, no me di cuenta, pero como ví que la caja se movía de lado a lado, pues…

—¡Vd. es un desgraciado! Le exijo un duelo…

—Ya, ya, ya, ya— el Jefe gritó en voz alta, casi gorjeando.

—¡Dejen de pelearse! El “Gato Horno” no recogió la caja para que tú Gato Atigrado te comiesess ese almuerzo. Por cierto, Gato Atigrado se me olvidó decirte esta mañana que tu sueldo mensual aumentó 10 centavos.

El Gato Atigrado, aun enojado, bajó la cabeza en tanto que escuchaba las palabras del Jefe.

Al final, no obstante, se mostró satisfecho y sonriente:

—Jefe, disculpe este altercado, le ruego que me perdone —y se sentó mientras miraba con ojos de odio al “Gato Horno”—. Estimados amigos. Yo siento una profunda compasión por el “Gato Horno” —añadió.; 14 de marzo de 2020, 19:01
Las Raíces Profundas de Don Catrín Da Fachenda dixo...: Agnóstico es más literario que ateo, pero no creo en nada absolutamente.; 14 de marzo de 2020, 19:42
The Puto Pato Glücklich dixo...: Adentro de un abismo siempre hay otro. Y si no hay diferencia habrá distancia; 14 de marzo de 2020, 19:48
Una Frase Lapidaria Como Vacuna Ante Este Cúmulo De Despropósitos dixo...: '-Bandwagon-jumping, glory-hunting twats ... sod off'?; 15 de marzo de 2020, 18:30
Centinela dixo...: Esto es lo último en una serie de entrevistas con leyendas de la Copa Anglogallega. Te doy Colin "Killer" Whaley, hombre renacentista. - El mejor pub de Inglaterra Hmm. Difícil, pero elegiré el Tan Hill Inn en Swaledale. Este es el pub más alto de Gran Bretaña y la escena de una serie de larga sesión de cerveza a lo largo de los años. También está en el Camino Penino que estoy orgulloso de decir que caminé de vuelta en los años 80 -; 16 de marzo de 2020, 10:05
Fred Hankey dixo...: This day writhes with what?; 16 de marzo de 2020, 16:16
Joe Carroll dixo...: la utopía propia siempre es la distopía ajena

Mr Whaley: Huxley u Orwell?; 16 de marzo de 2020, 19:15
Liam Neeson dixo...: and, if so, upon what authority the order was given; and whether it is intended to deprive Irish soldiers of the right to wear the emblem of their country upon St. Patrick's Day?; 17 de marzo de 2020, 09:31
Oliver Cromwell dixo...: By the time of the Regicide in January 1649, Ireland was more devastated, exhausted and bitterly divided even than England. The Royalists, commanded by the Marques of Ormonde, were in uneasy alliance with the Catholic Confederate groups. An army loyal to the Long Parliament controlled the Dublin area, but more than 80 per cent of Ireland was in the hands of those hostile to the English Revolution. Cromwell’s expeditionary force was intended to reverse this situation by incorporating Ireland into the English Commonwealth, placing it firmly under direct rule from metropolitan England. It was also to expropriate enough land to both pay the costs of the conquest and reward English speculators and demobbed soldiers.; 17 de marzo de 2020, 13:56
Misfits en un Saco de Patatas dixo...: All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?; 17 de marzo de 2020, 19:09
Cosaco Dipsómano dixo...: ¿Había que alegrarse porque serían más felices allá que aquí?

¿O llorar porque no volverías a verles?; 19 de marzo de 2020, 15:20
Olmos Stoker de Liébana dixo...: Strontium Dog or Judge Dredd?; 20 de marzo de 2020, 13:05
Velvet Coat dixo...: O wha's been here afore me, lass, and hoo did he get in?; 20 de marzo de 2020, 18:14
La Facecias del Bashi-Bazouk (Winter is here) dixo...: ¿Qué relación tiene una cosa con la otra?

El perro posee un grado de intelecto, por ejemplo, puede esperar a su amo, pero

¿por qué no puede esperar a su amo exactamente cierto día de la semana?

El perro no podría entender lo anterior puesto que no es partícipe del lenguaje tal y como lo es el ser humano.

¿Pero es el ser humano claro y preciso al momento de hablar?

La interpretación que hacemos de las cosas y los hechos es nuestra forma de imaginar o suponer la realidad; lo que hacemos y quienes somos es lo que le otorga significado a las palabras. Por ejemplo, uno no comprendería el lenguaje de un león porque desconocemos el mundo del león.; 21 de marzo de 2020, 18:59
Obstinado como un Jabalí dixo...: Who killed Bambi?
Who killed Bambi?
Who killed Bambi?
Who killed Bambi?
Who killed Bambi?
Who killed Bambi?
Who killed Bambi?
Who killed Bambi?
Who killed Bambi?
Who the fuck?; 22 de marzo de 2020, 21:39
The Shaggy Sodden King of that Kingdom dixo...: And once again a golden holocaust. Lifted the cloud's edge to wath them; 23 de marzo de 2020, 19:57
Sláine dixo...: Alguien limpia un fusil en su cocina
¿Con qué valor hablar del más allá?

Alguien pasa contando con sus dedos
¿Cómo hablar del no-yó sin dar un grito?

Otro tiembla de frío, tose, escupe sangre
¿Cabrá aludir jamás al Yo profundo?

Otro busca en el fango huesos, cáscaras
¿Cómo escribir, después del infinito?

Un albañil cae de un techo, muere y ya no almuerza
¿Innovar, luego, el tropo, la metáfora?; 25 de marzo de 2020, 11:08
The Pánico dixo...: You know that’s for you
Come back and get it free
You know when shit spreads trough the place
(You should be) going back and (we will) send it to you
You know what stores are for:
Come back and get it free
You know when shit spreads trough the place
(You should be) going back and (we will) send it to you.

I’m sick of all in this town
It’s only bright in the night
They will sure put me in a quatrain
(named) “going back and send it to you”; 26 de marzo de 2020, 21:04
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 17 Oliver Cromwell
You; 28 de marzo de 2020, 17:42
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 18

Blades
More working class; 28 de marzo de 2020, 17:42
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 33
Beatles; 28 de marzo de 2020, 17:43
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 37
- You are asking me to choose between my two children. Oh go on then; the Tipsy Kings; 28 de marzo de 2020, 17:43
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 43
- I am a government spy but shshsh don't tell anyone.; 28 de marzo de 2020, 17:44
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 46
- Don't understand the question, but I've supported Man Utd since 1967; 28 de marzo de 2020, 17:44
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 47
- We have a very tough selection process; 28 de marzo de 2020, 17:45
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: 48
- Only in Spartacus; 28 de marzo de 2020, 17:46
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @55
- Swamp Horns whatever he, she or it is.; 28 de marzo de 2020, 17:46
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 63
- Only when the eagle flies south at dawn; 28 de marzo de 2020, 17:47
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 139
- Yes I do and I have the evidence.; 28 de marzo de 2020, 17:47
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 146
- Yes particularly when the wind blows from the east.; 28 de marzo de 2020, 17:48
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 50
- The Big Gun in Sheffield is the worst pub. Ugliest City would be dirty Leeds. Margaret Thatcher was a cunt. Boris Johnston might be a cunt.; 28 de marzo de 2020, 17:49
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @152
The watchmaker's son; 29 de marzo de 2020, 19:00
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @157
Yes I dare; 29 de marzo de 2020, 19:01
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @
165 No, a crack team of clothes designers have been recruited from Rotherham and Barnsley; 29 de marzo de 2020, 19:01
The Defiler dixo...: Act ? Act ? What’s my fucking motivation ?; 30 de marzo de 2020, 19:13
Billy Blighty dixo...: Do you remember in summer back in 1978?
When they reckoned that the skin'eads' days were numbered
And the papers dripped with liquid hate
Being patriotic's not the fashion so they say
To fly your country's flag's a crime
Society tried its best to kill you
But the spirit lives until the end of time; 2 de abril de 2020, 10:52
Sodomizador en serie del Tártaro Laszlo Toth dixo...: • Col lombarda en juliana
• Maíz Mazorca
• Cebolla en daditos
• Mezcla de lechugas

Salsa:
• 1 Parte Leche vegetal
• 3 Partes Aceite de oliva
• Zumo de limón Limón
• Mostaza

Henderson relish y entrevista floja, la verdad.; 5 de abril de 2020, 13:46
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 171
- 171 I half look at the image from last month.; 6 de abril de 2020, 11:16
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 177

- When the music is over all will be revealed after the fat lady has sung.; 6 de abril de 2020, 11:16
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: @ 180

- I don't understand any of it unless the cosine presents a coefficient of pi.; 6 de abril de 2020, 11:17
Mister Brimstone dixo...: Araquibutirofobia significa miedo a que la mantequilla de cacahuete se pegue al paladar.; 6 de abril de 2020, 11:31
On First Looking Into Chapman’s Homer. dixo...: Could that be Main waving to the Wishing Chair, there, alongside one of the Pixies?; 6 de abril de 2020, 11:42
The Fray Of Stockport dixo...: Ha! han they ta'en our cap and flag?
Whot! han the Dandies ta'en 'em?
An' did Reformers' courage lag,
An' could they not regain 'em?
An.' did the Gentles ride so gay,
Wi' Birch and Loyd afore 'em,
To sweep the 'Gruntin herd' away,
Or bravely gallop o'er 'em?

O! whot could ston' afore the might
O' Yeomanry so loyal?
Who coom to drive the 'herd' aright,
An' would ha' no denial;
Until the stones began to fly,
An' yeds began a crackin',
An' then the Gallant Yeomanry
Wurn fain to find a backin'.

But furst coom Birch, the deputy,
Our cap and flag demandin';
I'faith, afore he'd said his say,
The lubber lost his standin'!
For up there step'd a lusty lad,
An' knock'd his shanks fro' under;
An' laid his shoon into his ribs,
Which made him gasp an' wonder.

An' then came one o' Nadin's cubs,
An' he essay'd to take it;
But Mister Bang y geet his dubs,
Which made him soon forsake it,
For Saxton blun'd his thievin' e'e,
An' gan' his jaw a welter,
Which made 'right about' to flee
As fast as he could skelter.

Then amblin' up the 'Gemmen' came
Towards the front o'th' hustin';
But soon their folly did they blame,
The 'rabblement' for trustin';
For sticks wurn up, an' stones they flew,
Their gentle bodies bruisin',
And in a hurry they withdrew
Fro' sitch unmannert usin'.

Then preawdly let our banner wave,
Wi' freedom's emblem o'er it,
And toasted be the Stopport lads,
The lads who bravely bore it.
An' let the 'war-worn' Yeomanry
Go curse their sad disasters,
An' count, in rueful agony,
Their bruises an' their plasters.; 13 de abril de 2020, 13:29
Elmer Gruñón Egghead Fuck dixo...: ¿Y esperas que me arralance y te agradacie?
Is it a pinny or is it a surplice?; 19 de xuño de 2020, 19:38
Un Héroe Trapacero dixo...: Comparto entonces en este blog aquella entrevista completa.

_ ¿Más o menos cuánto va a durar esto?

_ Diez minutos aproximadamente...

_ ¿Y cuántas preguntas serán?

_ Diez.

_ ¿Diez? Bueno. Está bien.; 29 de xuño de 2020, 15:05
La Máquina del Tiempo del Doctor Muerte dixo...: Mr Coles, sea sincero: del 1 al 10, ¿Cuánto le jodió que el Liverpool ganase la Premier 30 años después?; 23 de novembro de 2020, 17:57
En 2030 estaremos 16 a 7 dixo...: Mr Whaley. A corazón abierto: ¿usted cree que los stags tienen equipo para oponerse a la Maquina Negra du Main? o ya dan por hecho que los próxima década é porca&brava?; 23 de novembro de 2020, 18:19
Gerrard Winstanley dixo...: Para qué caváis si todo es tesoro.; 23 de novembro de 2020, 18:34
Radical Porco Bravo dixo...: Usted como define The Anglogalician, que empezó como algo entre amigos y ahora... :

1-una fábula posmoderna,
2- una broma contemporánea,
3- una competición seria,
4- una pesadilla mediática.; 23 de novembro de 2020, 19:02
Willy Gass dixo...: Full of the future, cruel to the past, this time we live in is so much in blood with possibility and dangerous chance, so mixed with every color, life and death, the good and bad homogenized like milk in everything we think –new men, new terrors, and new plans- that Fergie now regrets his love to drink; Elizabeth, that only Queen, paws for her wig to seek employment; and the Swift Achilles runs against his death to be here. It´s not the languid pissing prose we´ve got, we need; but poetry, the human muse, full up, erect and on the charge, impetuous and hot and loud and wild like Messalina going to the stews, or those damn rockets streaming headstrong into stars. YOU HAVE FALLEN INTO DIRTY-RETURN TO ANGLOGALICIAN; 23 de novembro de 2020, 19:26
Willy Pangloss Maya May dixo...: Le gusta caer bien a la gente; le gusta entrar en un pub y dejar en el aire la promesa de algo que bien podría ser alegría.; 24 de novembro de 2020, 17:26
Der Berggeist dixo...: ¿Cuándo fue la última vez que estuvimos tan sobrios?; 12 de xaneiro de 2021, 22:05
Selecto y Desopilante Batidor de Conejos Muertos dixo...: ¿Soy la reina o el conejo?; 20 de xaneiro de 2021, 20:44
Cauliflowers From Stockport dixo...: typical poor loser response; it was the referees fault.; 26 de xaneiro de 2021, 15:54
G. Neville dixo...: Nunca dijo una palabra. Si echas la mirada atrás ves que eligieron en 2004 el club tenía el mejor estadio del país, un equipo que llegaba lejos en la Champions y ganaba la Premier cada dos años como mucho. Ahora el estadio oxidado y el equipo no ha llegado a semifinales de la Champions en 10 años y lleva sin ganar la Premier 20 años; 3 de maio de 2021, 15:56
loyalist Stag dixo...: Ee by gum! Av a reyt gud birthday.; 17 de maio de 2021, 10:54
Gonzo Hearst o las Tribulations del periodismo feraz dixo...: What sacrifices are you prepared to make for culture and civilization?
Please list the monuments, shrines, and works of art you would
most willingly destroy.; 8 de maio de 2023, 11:23

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