The Champ Manager bug returns with a vengeance.

Championship Manager has had a revamp and now goes by the name Football Manager, however it is still the same evil fucking devil game that it always was, more so even.

About four years ago, I went cold turkey after Barry broke my computer. Since then I have avoided the temptation of restarting a career in football.

It was of course the Dirty Grimy Beast himself who corrupted me by setting up a joint game where he is Valencia and I am Barca. It goes without saying that he has been whipped in every encounter between us.
Josh didn't heed Ally's warning and joined in the game as Sporting de Gijón.
Though because Barry has never been one for stamina and he is such a drama queen if you continue without him Josh and myself set up a game without the smelly cunt.


This time we choose some tougher teams I'm Hibs and Josh is Genoa though we did take over at Chelsea under the alias Barry Dirt then split their money, free transferred all their players and got them relegated, After being sacked, it was Raymond Dirt who took over in the first division to finish the job Barry started. In our third season now and Hibs and Genoa are doing well in their first seasons in the Champions League.

Although it took Ally a little bit longer he has now succumb to the power of Champ in a relegation dog fight at the helm of Motherwell in his own game.
I also have an intraweb game with Paul in Weedgieville which dominates my time between 8pm and 3am when I am in ma hoose. During the day I have my own game where I manage five teams. This is the reason for the lack of posts of late but I've taken a couple days off from the pressures of management to keep the fans up to date.

The Champ bug is obviously a direct result of Scotty leaving resulting in a void left by the loss of Fifa'05 which was a far less addictive and time consuming game.

Nignog Barry.

As you may or may not be aware, Barry has made it to the World Cup with one his nationalities - Ivory Nignog.
So Barry got the shoe polish out and actually makes quite a good nigger.
(he's the one in the red checking out the bulges of his team-mates.)


Obviously shoe polish does not have the ability to lengthen Barry's tadger so as usual covered his manhood.


Scotty showed up to witness Barry's spirtual rebirth against Serbia and Montenegro where in the last minute he prayed instead of watching his teams penalty.

What a dirty grimmy bastard...

Ranting at Rodders

On my own family blog The Martin Diaries I've been taking a bashing about my drinking habits and how it's had a negative impact on my life. In defending my actions and behaviour I have inadvertently opened a can of worms. What began as a bit of banter has resulted in the revelation that my family have no respect for me, apparently I lost that a long time ago. That they are ashamed of me, nothing I can ever do will excuse my behaviour. On top of that, they pity me...

Fucking Hell, it's awfully easy to offend people these days. You'd be forgiven for thinking that I was Barry. I feel the turning point from banter to abuse came after I accused my Big Bro of being a Daily Mail reader. Is this perhaps because it's true?

It's lucky for me that I'm an insensitive, arrogant prick or else these words may have hurt.

Barry bothered by Simp's sizeable sausage.

Dave has made Barry jealous with his large penis size,
And thinks that Debbie may be lured away by his big prize,
Vaginia's want dicks that big! Barry cries,
Especially since mine fails to satisfy,
So insecure Baz, guess that explains all the lies.

Bulging and often exposed making Baz go mad,
Indecent exposure, is a charge Simps has had,
Go for it Simps, Deb's wants your cock bad.

Don't let the fact you've never had your bad boy,
Inside a burd you haven't paid for, kill yer joy,
Crying Barry? all you really need is a good sex toy,
Kris can only apologize to Debbie if he's managed to annoy.

Simps recovers just in time for....

Dave made an unusual midweek trip to Edinburgh last night, he looked a picture of health as you can see though typically he claims he is still ill 'just a wee bit'

What a fucking loser....

Preemptive Excuses

Barry is suspected of stealing Josh's hash - again...

However, Barry has come up with an ingenious excuse -
'Knowing my record, it probably was me but I can't remember if I did, and don't know where it is.'


What a dirty sly grime ridden germ weasel...

The Deals...

Books, DVD's, CD's, Food and Bevy all extremly reasonable on the Deals.

Poor Dave is Dying.

Dave has had a rough few months, black lung, white finger, changeitis.
But this is nothing compared to his latest illness

'It's really knocked me for six, Kris'

Upon enquiry of his symptoms, Simps had covered all the wickets. In fact it sounded like he was reading a list (he probably has one posted on his wall - covering all diseases, causes and symptoms) Though somehow managed to err when it came to keeping his toothbrush safe from the GERMS in the Dirtmeister's flat. He usually has a toothbrush sanitizing protective device but this was misplaced and he used clingfilm instead. I'm no expert on the Germs but I think that would make for better conditions to multiply.

'Climbing the stairs nearly killed me'

Poor Dave has said this to not just myself but to Josh and Aimpots. But I believe him, he's not one to exaggerate.

Cold sweats, the shakes, diarrhea, vomiting, full body muscle spasms, confusion, dazed, stomach cramps, lethargic, bad-AIDS like symptoms........and more.

Sounds serious Dave, do you ken what it could be?
Hypochondria...

Water of Leith antics

After waking up with designer eyebrows, the early birds - Myself (Rodders), Ally (Craig Davis) and Simps (the Rabbi). Decided that a walk along the water of Leith was just the thing to clear our heads and boast our energy levels.

After prerolling a couple of Jay's each we laughed at Barry who by this stage had shaved his whole head. Then hit the road, Ally and Dave showed there inexperience by sparking one of their Joints just outside the flat leaving themselves just one for the whole journey.
Amateurs....

We deviated from the path and walked by the river, climbed trees and walls all good fun we had also procured a bag of peanuts that had been left out for the birdies. This added to the general mischief and took it beyond the usual tourettes behaviour.
'It kinda hard to explain'
Still the scenery was cool especially the Waterfall. This is where I enjoyed my first Joint and where the amateurs finished their last one.

Having walked along the walkway we arrived at a sign for the Dean Gallery and thought
'why not eh?'
From what I can recall I enjoyed the Gallery though remember precious little of it. It was really the journey that more enjoyable I have to say, though with a clearer head I'll have to go back and try to take more in.

The Peanuts were fantastic both for eating and throwing at people and windows...

What a belter!