What do you reckon, does Gid rock or is he a jack fcuker? My views, and views that were voiced firstly to wind up a Jehovah's biscuit who interrupted me watching Lexington steel slip a length of Alabama tube steak to Simone Peach. I'm a father, and nothing on earth (or in heaven / Hell / Wolverhampton) is more precious to me that my little girl, not even my original wild geese VHS cassette. The Jehovah was fighting Gods corner, saying he gave his son etc...... The jack cnut.... nothing would make me sacrifice my nipper, I'd step up to the plate and let them nail me up instead, as I believe any father worth has kiddies hugs would do. Not this fella, he parks himself behind a cloud, makes it rain and watches his lad take the rap for his inane ramblings. âEloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?â am pretty sure we know what that translates to, but I'm guessing God dubbed that to hide the cries of 'You dirty stitching jack b@stard' or 'Dad you gutless cnut' I didn't realise those words meant anything other than 'anyone got a step ladder and a claw hammer' but as I mature I realise that God didn't make a sacrifice, but just like Colonel Nathan T Jessop, he let the lad take the rap.