This is going to sound odd, but I think I saw a Merlin today on the Rye in the far SE corner. It kept going into the scrub - don't know what it was feeding on. Is it likely that one could be in London? Pretty sure it wasn't a sparrowhawk.
Brendan, don't know how to break this gently to you ... you're never going to play for South Africa, not now, not ever. Accept it lad, you'll never be spotted.
Oh Hugenot, you will want to abolish ink pens next! I had a delivery last night at 6 pm from a lovely postman who told me they were trying to clear the backlog before the next strike - at least they are displaying some integrity.
Poss. It was the Cocoa Cola Cup back then. I remember being coralled into a corner with corrugated tin blocking a lot of the view, and it was when the North Stand had those silly paintings on the hoarding.
Can't stand the bastard. He went down at a game I was watching clutching the front of his head. He claimed to ref he'd been hit by a coin. Despite ref searching for ages he couldn't find anything. Wright then got off the ground clutching the back of his head. The man's a liar and a cheat and not sporting and in my book should not be role model for kids. [and breathe ....]