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It doesn't hold a candle to the infamous Leeds vs Chelsea 1970 FA Cup tie, but it is still a pretty impressive feat.

The North Belfast derby saw the Crusaders lose 4 players to red cards, as well as their manager, with Cliftonville losing 1 man to a red card.

Watch in awe.

Curious as to why it was so heated. I'm assuming it has something to do with the whole Protestant vs Catholic thing, and the troubles in general. Either way, it makes for good viewing.

A woman gets on the bus with her baby. The bus driver says: '' That's the ugliest baby that I've ever seen. Urghh.'' The woman goes to the rear of the bus and sits down, fuming. She says to a man next to her: ''The driver just insulted me!'' The man says: ''Yoy go up there and tell him off - go ahead, I'll hold your monkey for you.''

Breakage ft Roots Manuva

2nd drop is too much.

Need I say more?

Well, for instance, what it means to be a
man. In a city. In a century. In transition. In a mass.
Transformed by science. Under organised power. Subject
to tremendous controls. In a condition caused by much mec-
anization. After the late failure of radical hopes. In a
society that was no community and devalued the person.
Owing to the multiplied power of numbers which made
the self negligible. Which spent military billions against
foreign enemies but would not pay for order at home.
Which permitted savagery and barbarism in its own
great cities. At the same time, the pressure of human
millions who have discovered what concerted efforts
and thoughts can do. As megatons of water shape organ-
isms on the ocean floor. As tides polish stones. As winds
hollow cliffs. The beautiful supermachinery opening a
new life for innumerable mankind. Would you deny
them the right to exist? Would you ask them to labor
and go hungry while you yourself enjoyed old-fashioned
Values? You - you yourself are a child of this mass and
a brother to all the rest. Or else an ingrate, dilettante,
idiot. There, Herzog, thought Herzog, since you ask for
the instance, is the way it runs.

Saul Bellow, Herzog, 1964

I was singing in the shower when I realised the humour, in how this was my version of a soap opera. I shouted this to my dad in the other room. He shouted back, that he was actually my brother, and that Sharon was dead.

Why not make one now?