george best fiver
- Thread starter streaky
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Well I'm amazed.
£9.51 + p&p for a fiver!
Greg
£9.51 + p&p for a fiver!
Greg
streaky said:They also named the airport after him!wonder why? you dickhead
Cool.
I bet the Duty Free has a good choice now, and do they provide some in-house blonde birds for you slap about once you've spunked all your NI pounds spritzers?
pinchuker
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George best fiver
Viscount,
Maybe he was fond of a wee drink just like some top ENGLISH players but have we found a better ENGLISH football player who deserves such an honour???
Viscount,
Maybe he was fond of a wee drink just like some top ENGLISH players but have we found a better ENGLISH football player who deserves such an honour???
pinchuker said:
This has nowt to do with how good a footballer he may or may not have been. My issue is that he was a wifebeating drunken scumbag, something most people have forgotten about.
Pipehose
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Mr Pastry said:OK then, buy an ordinary fiver off me for twenty quid and I'll buy you a year's sponsorship!
P
na m8 wouldnt want you wasting your money
Pipehose
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Greg Masters said:Well I'm amazed.
£9.51 + p&p for a fiver!
Greg
he was robbed i sold 3 yesterday for £25 each plus p+p
nud1e
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Viscount Derbyshire said:This has nowt to do with how good a footballer he may or may not have been. My issue is that he was a wifebeating drunken scumbag, something most people have forgotten about.
Yeah, but he was a Northern Ireland wifebeating drunken scumbag, and the biggest thing to come out of the wee North since the Titanic.
You haven't even acknowledged another famous Newtownards man, Blair 'Paddy' Mayne, a founder SAS member, who, when pissed, took a delight in beating up policemen. "Accounts of Mayne's personality and appearance vary greatly. He is mentioned as being anything between six feet and six feet four inches tall. Some sources describe him as being reckless and uncontrollable when drunk, he was allegedly under arrest for knocking out his Commanding Officer when David Stirling came to recruit him for the SAS. But all accounts describe him as a courageous leader of his men and a ferocious opponent. He was wont to remonstrate with colleagues in the SAS who showed little understanding of the political situation in Northern Ireland."
So, please don't demean Best for being a product of his cultural diversity.
Stop-press!
Newcastle is to produce a limited edition Gazzer £4.57 note. It will be printed on genuine Kebab-wrapping paper and despite its face value, it's expected to realise the price of a genuine Donna when offered on ebay!
Newcastle is to produce a limited edition Gazzer £4.57 note. It will be printed on genuine Kebab-wrapping paper and despite its face value, it's expected to realise the price of a genuine Donna when offered on ebay!
nud1e said:
I've never heard of Blair Mayne. But then again, he sounds like a bloke who put his "dubious" skills to "good" use, didnt spunk them and then whinge and whine about being a victim while victimising the frail and gullible.
nud1e said:
You're not doing Norn Iron men any favours there, by suggesting you can use The Troubles as an excuse for getting sh1tfaced and knocking the Mrs about.
What is the point of blocking out the serial numbers in the ebay auction then putting them in the photo. 
The sequence starts GB **** 78 to GB **** 87
The sequence starts GB **** 78 to GB **** 87
nud1e
Registered user
Omission
apologies, my original post was meant to include a "tongue in the cheek" smilie, but this will have to do
,
Slagging, or taking the p!sh, is/was a past pastime of my Belfast upbringing. Anyone who rose above the norm, got out of step or did something foolish could expect to be slagged.
Historically, Mr Best was pre-Troubles.
A few years older that myself, he would have been reared in a generation when working class men went to the pub after work, came home when they pleased and expected to find a hot meal ready for them, preferred their children to be seen and not heard, believe that sex was their right as the master of their house and that any and all disruption or dissent should be physically and forcefully quelled.
This was the time when education was beaten into you, when social skills were acquired through a clip on the ear or a boot on the backside. When all adults were treated with respect, when police walk the beat.
When, on a Sunday, the swings in the park were chained up, and the bars, shops and cinemas closed in respect of the Lord's Day and the churches, of all denominations, open to preach to us of our eternal damnation - morning, noon and night.
A time when the News of the World "offended" the masses, vicariously, with lurid tales of infidelity and divorce, of scoutmasters and choirmasters and vicars abusing. When gay meant being happy and queer could be something other than odd and could earn you a severe jail sentence.
When the Black and White Minstrels was required 405 line black and white viewing, as there were no other channels. When ethnic minorities were single figures who were stared at in the street and frightened dogs, small children and old ladies.
A childhood in North Belfast during the '50s and '60s was trouble free, when you don't know that you and your neighbours are socially disadvantaged, exploited and polluted by your "betters" who own the mills, the factories and foundries, the engineering works, the shipyards, the aircraft factory and the compliant government. A government who fostered and exploited community division, rigged electoral boundaries, disenfranchised sections of the population, deluded, lied, connived, conspired and established a paramilitary force to terrorise and subjugate a population, all this to the advantage of the few.
Do you know, I love the place and its people. It's still home in spite of or maybe because of all of its flaws and deceits and its pomposity. It demands a loyalty out of all proportion to its worth.
One of these days, I'll wise up, but not soon.
An interesting aside. Since the ceasefire, admissions to psychiatry institutions in Northern Ireland have increased. Some persons have suggested that, previously, the paranoid could easily live in an abnormal society where everyone was sure that someone was out to get them, but that this changed when some semblance of "normality" returned.
Perhaps, this might give you another perspective.
apologies, my original post was meant to include a "tongue in the cheek" smilie, but this will have to do
, Slagging, or taking the p!sh, is/was a past pastime of my Belfast upbringing. Anyone who rose above the norm, got out of step or did something foolish could expect to be slagged.
Viscount Derbyshire said:
Historically, Mr Best was pre-Troubles.
A few years older that myself, he would have been reared in a generation when working class men went to the pub after work, came home when they pleased and expected to find a hot meal ready for them, preferred their children to be seen and not heard, believe that sex was their right as the master of their house and that any and all disruption or dissent should be physically and forcefully quelled.
This was the time when education was beaten into you, when social skills were acquired through a clip on the ear or a boot on the backside. When all adults were treated with respect, when police walk the beat.
When, on a Sunday, the swings in the park were chained up, and the bars, shops and cinemas closed in respect of the Lord's Day and the churches, of all denominations, open to preach to us of our eternal damnation - morning, noon and night.
A time when the News of the World "offended" the masses, vicariously, with lurid tales of infidelity and divorce, of scoutmasters and choirmasters and vicars abusing. When gay meant being happy and queer could be something other than odd and could earn you a severe jail sentence.
When the Black and White Minstrels was required 405 line black and white viewing, as there were no other channels. When ethnic minorities were single figures who were stared at in the street and frightened dogs, small children and old ladies.
A childhood in North Belfast during the '50s and '60s was trouble free, when you don't know that you and your neighbours are socially disadvantaged, exploited and polluted by your "betters" who own the mills, the factories and foundries, the engineering works, the shipyards, the aircraft factory and the compliant government. A government who fostered and exploited community division, rigged electoral boundaries, disenfranchised sections of the population, deluded, lied, connived, conspired and established a paramilitary force to terrorise and subjugate a population, all this to the advantage of the few.
Do you know, I love the place and its people. It's still home in spite of or maybe because of all of its flaws and deceits and its pomposity. It demands a loyalty out of all proportion to its worth.
One of these days, I'll wise up, but not soon.
An interesting aside. Since the ceasefire, admissions to psychiatry institutions in Northern Ireland have increased. Some persons have suggested that, previously, the paranoid could easily live in an abnormal society where everyone was sure that someone was out to get them, but that this changed when some semblance of "normality" returned.
Perhaps, this might give you another perspective.
Wonderboy
Registered user
IMHO it's wrong to be trying to sell these notes for a profit, i myself got three, two to keep and one to send to relatives in Australia.
Cheers Mark.
This is a perfect example of the type of thing i hate to hear, fair enough if you bought the note's you are entitled to do whatever the hell you want with them but personally i think this shows a massive amount of disrespect to quite possibly one of the greatest footballers of all time, it really does sadden me to think that people are only interested in making themselve's a quick buck, especially when the man has only been dead a year.
Cheers Mark.
Viscount Derbyshire said:This has nowt to do with how good a footballer he may or may not have been. My issue is that he was a wifebeating drunken scumbag, something most people have forgotten about.
This is exactly what it is all about. George was the best footballer of his era. He was the first "superstar" footballer. The managers and officials of the day did not know how to deal with the regard in which he was held. George, like the rest of us was not perfect and, unfortunately, became and alcoholic. A disease which affects many people in this country. Because he was held in so much regard, the press had a feeding frenzy every time he did something wrong and his misdemeanours are well published throughout the years. Although I never met him, he was obviously a charming and articulate person who was able to have relationships with some of the most beautiful women on the planet (how many people on here have went out with miss world
) and at the end they all still loved him.We have been through a lot on this wee Island of ours and heroes like George and Joey are held in high esteem by everyone accross the divide because they were so good at what they did - I wish we had more like them - Superstars who you could talk to like "normal" people, not the jumped up millionaire so called playboys of today.
Pipehose
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Wonderboy said:IMHO it's wrong to be trying to sell these notes for a profit, i myself got three, two to keep and one to send to relatives in Australia.This is a perfect example of the type of thing i hate to hear, fair enough if you bought the note's you are entitled to do whatever the hell you want with them but personally i think this shows a massive amount of disrespect to quite possibly one of the greatest footballers of all time, it really does sadden me to think that people are only interested in making themselve's a quick buck, especially when the man has only been dead a year.
Cheers Mark.
at the prices you charge. where you work. we need to get as many pounds as we possible can to pay your wages
Wonderboy said:IMHO it's wrong to be trying to sell these notes for a profit, i myself got three, two to keep and one to send to relatives in Australia.This is a perfect example of the type of thing i hate to hear, fair enough if you bought the note's you are entitled to do whatever the hell you want with them but personally i think this shows a massive amount of disrespect to quite possibly one of the greatest footballers of all time, it really does sadden me to think that people are only interested in making themselve's a quick buck, especially when the man has only been dead a year.
Cheers Mark.
Mark
There's nothing wrong with selling the notes - isn't that what the bank was doing?
What is wrong is that there are so many eejots who are willing to pay more than five quid for them!
Greg
... particularly the eejots paying £25 yesterday when they're 'only' £12½ today.Greg Masters said:
By next week they'll be down to about £3 each!
Greg
Wonderboy
Registered user
Pipehose said:
What does where i work have to do with this thread?
This wasn't started to provoke a response from you, i was merely expressing my thoughts using your statement as an example.
I started using this forum when i was riding a gs and have found it to be more than helpful answering numerous questions that i have had, many of the forum members know who i am and where i work and not one of them have ever cast this up before so i fail to see why exactly you feel the need to, perhaps you'd care to enlighten us all?
Mark.
streaky
Registered user
You sound like a very jealous and arrogant person ,even angry springs to mind,Do you just not like people from ireland?As for your commentsViscount Derbyshire said:Cool.
I bet the Duty Free has a good choice now, and do they provide some in-house blonde birds for you slap about once you've spunked all your NI pounds spritzers?
I think a lot of people will disagree with you.
streaky said:You sound like a very jealous and arrogant person ,even angry springs to mind,Do you just not like people from ireland?As for your comments
Jealous, arrogant and angry? Dont ask me, ask anyone who knows me on here.
As for disliking Ireland and the Irish, I don't believe I once said that George Best was representative of his countrymen, it was a purely personal attack on the man, and yes, a lot of people will disagree with me, but so what? I say what I feel to be true, and how I remember the man.
Blobbs mentions Joey Dunlop, an example of how to be a superstar. If they'd put him on a fiver, I'd still moan, because he should be on the twenty at least.
nud1e said:
Oh yes, no probs, sounds a bit like East London, but wetter
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