Jah Lush

Actually, I'm flattered he thinks we're a top team.

I'd love to play again but fear I'd probably have a heart attack. Had to hang up my boots at 28. Only recently threw them out despite not using them for over 20 years. I miss it. Have fun.

I didn't like 'em much in the early days either to be honest but they played a blinder that night.

Liverpool and Spurs, both teams are works in progress. Didn't hear a dickie bird out of you when you lost your last two games. "Sing when you're winning, you only sing when you're winning."

I saw U2 at the Marquee Club. They were just starting out then. Great gig. Fecking hate them now though.

Did you go with your mum, Mick?

The last couple of gigs at the Queen's Head in Brixton that were hosted by Fat White Family. They're playing at the 100 Club on December 10th. Go see 'em. They are ace.

Don't even think about it.

I think that was a league game Quids and it was three-nil with Lineker getting a hat-trick in '92. What you might be thinking of is a five-nil thrashing at the Lane in the League Cup with Clive Allen scoring a hat-trick in '87. I was at both games. Either of those results will do me thank you. ;-)

What do you expect from The Guardian? Anyway, Wanderers wobble? ;-)

30/60. Ossie's Dream probably did for me.

I've only ever used that Co-op for basics and the occasional bottle of plonk. If you want fresh fruit and veg there is as *Bob* has pointed out the perfectly splendid Turkish shop up the road. In fact, I'm much more inclined to use that shop than the Co-Op if I'm in the vicinity.

Definitely Hart's fault. Probably not dropped but possibly "rested" for tomorrow's game at Newcastle.

Today's English lesson. How many silent H's can you spot in this sentence. Aghast at the ghoulish ghetto rhythm rhymes that your vehicle was playing outside the Great Exhibition it was an honour to meet your honourable self despite the fact you looked like a ghastly rhinoceros eating a gherkin on a windy night.

Fecking grammar Nazis give me wind.

Spurs fans love a good moan but it was bloody frustrating to watch when you've been brought up watching the silky skills of Hoddle and Gazza. The ball constantly being passed sideways and back. We need more creativity in midfield to unlock defences that come to White Hart Lane and park the bus. We have to find a solution to that. He has a point though the atmosphere was a bit shit yesterday but that's the fans being frustrated by what they are watching. I know I was. 70 minutes into a home game against a team you really should be giving a good hiding to. Remember, that the last home game was the three-nil loss to West Ham, some of us were feeling a bit deja-vu by then. I think they call that winning ugly. Certainly, not the most enjoyable game I've been to in a very long time at the Lane (thankfully, I missed the West Ham debacle).

He would say that though wouldn't he. They are his paymasters after all.

I saw the bins being painted the other day. They are an eyesore outside the shop but at least they'll look better with a bit of artwork on them. Kinda blend in with the bollards.

Scenester. 8/20. Not a fan of death metal of visits to IKEA.

Oil is oil. Do as I do. Pour it into a container. Put it in the fridge to settle. Then scrap it out and put into a plastic bag and then shove it in the bin. Gone. You can wave goodbye to it when the refuse men come and take it away. Sorted.

I was only half joking Sue. My dad loved bread and dripping. Of course it was lard in those days. Personally, I thought it was disgusting. But my mum would save the used oil and put it in the fridge and dad would spread it on his bread. When you've grown up on rationing and a household of a single mother bringing up five kids as my dad did nothing went to waste. Years later of course, you find out that bread and olive oil works and is rather tasty.

Eat it. Bread and dripping.

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A little bit of fun at the expense of David Moyes and Man Utd. Red Devil, look away now. http://talksport.com/football/best-man-united-and-moyes-jokes-twitter-13102164896