Meh.
There was always something truly extraordinary about Marianne Faithfull. She lived quite a remarkable life
As football fans of a certain age and a certain IQ, we should perhaps mark this. I can’t think of a good pun….
As football fans of a certain age and a certain IQ, we should perhaps mark this. I can’t think of a good pun….
Barclay's tanked.
As football fans of a certain age and a certain IQ, we should perhaps mark this. I can’t think of a good pun….
What a lovely tribute. We can all hope to be remembered that well.
What a lovely tribute. We can all hope to be remembered that well.
Fuck that. I wont care when I'm dead. I want my tributes now!
Fuck that. I wont care when I'm dead. I want my tributes now!
Well, let's give it a go.
A Tribute to Tricky: The Enigma We Can’t Help But Love
Tricky is, without a doubt, a cunt. But let’s be honest—he’s the kind of cunt you can’t help but adore. He’s a walking contradiction, a man who moans about the world with the passion of a philosopher, yet somehow manages to find joy in the simplest things: technology, Eastern European women, and the beautiful game of football.
Tricky’s love for technology is both endearing and baffling. He’s the guy who will spend hours explaining the intricacies of a new gadget, only to accidentally delete all his files the next day. His enthusiasm is infectious, even if his execution is often flawed. And don’t even get him started on Eastern European women—he’ll wax poetic about their charm, their grace, and their ability to tolerate his nonsense. It’s a fascination that borders on obsession, but hey, we all have our quirks.
Then there’s football. Oh, football. Tricky doesn’t just watch the game; he lives it, breathes it, and believes he can play it. His heart belongs to Nottingham Forest, a club that has given him more heartache than joy over the years. But does that stop him? Never. He’ll defend Forest with the fervor of a man who’s convinced they’re just one tactical switch away from Champions League glory. It’s delusional, but it’s also kind of beautiful.
Of course, Tricky is often wrong. Spectacularly wrong. But here’s the thing: he’ll never admit it. He’ll argue his point with the tenacity of a lawyer defending a guilty client, even when the evidence against him is overwhelming. It’s infuriating, but it’s also part of his charm. You can’t stay mad at someone who’s so confidently incorrect.
So here’s to Tricky—the cunt we all know and (mostly) love. He’s flawed, he’s frustrating, and he’s endlessly entertaining. He’s the guy who’ll moan about the state of the world one minute and then moan about it again the next. He’s wrong more often than he’s right, but he’s never boring. And in a world full of ordinary people, Tricky is anything but ordinary.
Cheers, Tricky. You absolute legend.
Yeah. I think I've changed my mind about the 'tributes now' thing.
That was all written by DeepSeek with minimal prompting. Clearly it has read the whole of TalkBack, including the "archived" bits.
Started well enough, but I lost interest after the first 'cunt' .
That was all written by DeepSeek with minimal prompting. Clearly it has read the whole of TalkBack, including the "archived" bits.
“Edit with more use of the word cunt”
And don’t even get him started on Eastern European women—he’ll wax poetic about their charm, their grace, and their ability to tolerate his nonsense.
This couldn't be further off the mark. Not only will I not wax poetic about their charms, they won't get the chance to put up with my nonsense, and I'm currently paying more than I can afford to get free so that I can spend my time with a nice English/Welsh (ie proper british) girl.
“Edit with more use of the word cunt”
That's what I was thinking.
Oh no.
And Bruce Foxton’s the one that’s been ill recently….