Mark 'Chappers' Chapman was very submissive next to Steven Redgrave. By the way, I'm always suspicious of men who curate their own nickname as if to be 'one of the lads'. Mark Chapman is clearly a fucking nob and would never be given a nickname because, frankly, he's never had a proper fucking job with real men. I think of my own time as a young fella working a 12hr nightshift at Birdseye in Lowestoft with men. It was basically; fit in or fuck off. The work was shit, but if you could handle it you got a nickname. The lad with the surname of 'Balls' got called 'Bouncy'. The nutter, 'Mad' Dave. The list goes on, but my point is, 'Chappers' is a false moniker for a false cunt.
Fred Kite: I've got to be off. I can't stay here arguing. I've got a lot to do. Report to the Executive, check up on the pickets.
Mrs. Kite: From what I can see, the only time you ever jolly well *do* any work is when you're on strike.
deisegirl wrote:Actually just switched over and a couple of lads are patching up a dent in the cycle track with duct tape and a dustpan and brush. Top top TV!
The dustpan was probably to clear up the skin that was torn off the Belgian and left on the track.
BE NICE TO EACH OTHER.
IF YOU CAN’T SAY SOMETHING KIND, SAY NOTHING AT ALL.
deisegirl wrote:Actually just switched over and a couple of lads are patching up a dent in the cycle track with duct tape and a dustpan and brush. Top top TV!
The dustpan was probably to clear up the skin that was torn off the Belgian and left on the track.
Twas an orange bastard was it not?
Saggers is alive??!!
Talksport is dark and full of errors.
Wilbur did nuffink wrong!
carcinogen wrote:Mark 'Chappers' Chapman was very submissive next to Steven Redgrave. By the way, I'm always suspicious of men who curate their own nickname as if to be 'one of the lads'. Mark Chapman is clearly a fucking nob and would never be given a nickname because, frankly, he's never had a proper fucking job with real men. I think of my own time as a young fella working a 12hr nightshift at Birdseye in Lowestoft with men. It was basically; fit in or fuck off. The work was shit, but if you could handle it you got a nickname. The lad with the surname of 'Balls' got called 'Bouncy'. The nutter, 'Mad' Dave. The list goes on, but my point is, 'Chappers' is a false moniker for a false cunt.
deisegirl wrote:Actually just switched over and a couple of lads are patching up a dent in the cycle track with duct tape and a dustpan and brush. Top top TV!
The dustpan was probably to clear up the skin that was torn off the Belgian and left on the track.
Twas an orange bastard was it not?
Some Benelux type, forget exactly which.
BE NICE TO EACH OTHER.
IF YOU CAN’T SAY SOMETHING KIND, SAY NOTHING AT ALL.
Holden Mcgroyne wrote:Fucking rugby union on both channels AGAIN. The final, of course, but why a repeat of the third and fourth place cunting play off.
Disgraceful that these perverts are allowed to sully the Olympics at all, let alone allowing it to be televised.
BE NICE TO EACH OTHER.
IF YOU CAN’T SAY SOMETHING KIND, SAY NOTHING AT ALL.
carcinogen wrote:Mark 'Chappers' Chapman was very submissive next to Steven Redgrave. By the way, I'm always suspicious of men who curate their own nickname as if to be 'one of the lads'. Mark Chapman is clearly a fucking nob and would never be given a nickname because, frankly, he's never had a proper fucking job with real men. I think of my own time as a young fella working a 12hr nightshift at Birdseye in Lowestoft with men. It was basically; fit in or fuck off. The work was shit, but if you could handle it you got a nickname. The lad with the surname of 'Balls' got called 'Bouncy'. The nutter, 'Mad' Dave. The list goes on, but my point is, 'Chappers' is a false moniker for a false cunt.
When he was Scott Mills' sidekick on Radio 1, "Chappers" was oh-so-quick to let everyone know what a beer-drinking, football-supporting bloke he was, in case anyone thought he was more than just friends with openly gay Mills.
He seems OK, but pretty bland. And falls into the 'bantz' trap of so many middle-of-the-road presenters.
"Berkshire delays on the M4 from junctions 14 to 16..I'm only little"
"There's no need for anyone to apologise for anything given the fact the great one shocked and offended is that cop killer porn tribute vid fetishist, Cecil B DNeil
"Berkshire delays on the M4 from junctions 14 to 16..I'm only little"
"There's no need for anyone to apologise for anything given the fact the great one shocked and offended is that cop killer porn tribute vid fetishist, Cecil B DNeil
Can't be any worse than Skelton's Swimming knowledge. Who's the black guy on BBC Four? A jack of all trades master of none, but better than Balding, Skelton and that awful knobber Chappers with his student union banter.
Redgrave is a bit of a stuffy, boring bugger isn't he? Straight to the point which I suppose is good rather than shitey jokes, but not much of a smile or anything light-hearted from him.
The swimming commentator is a sycophant (not Moorehouse) but every race when a Brit is involved ''We've got a great chance of a medal. He/She is swimming well'' then the 6th or 7th place finish ''Oh well! He/she wasn't expected to be in the final. They did extremely well." Also, I imagine it's very hard to call a swimming race with those times, but he had some Brit getting the silver who ended up 7th!
Does anyone else miss sporting commentatators? What I mean by that is, men or women who are educated and yes, quite possibly a bit middle-class? I listened to the commentary this afternoon covering Jessica Ennis and Johnson-Thompson in the Heptathlon and I have to relate that it was quite possibly the worst commentary on a sporting event I've heard in a long time.
Maybe I'm getting fucking old. But give me Colman, Pickering, Davies or someone with some intellect and a turn of phrase. Having to listen to ex-athlete's like Steve Backley going through their collection of sporting cliche's and 34 word vocabulary is fucking painful.
I never thought I'd admit this, but John Inverdale and Clare Balding are actually rather good compared to the likes of Steve Backley, Steve Cram, Denise 'I hired the head of the East German 1983 team as my coach' Lewis. Colin Jackson is good, Sally Gunnell is nice. I'm not agin ex-athlete's as commentators, but for fucking hell's sake. Don't even get me started on Paula Radcliffe.
Fred Kite: I've got to be off. I can't stay here arguing. I've got a lot to do. Report to the Executive, check up on the pickets.
Mrs. Kite: From what I can see, the only time you ever jolly well *do* any work is when you're on strike.