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Ha bloody ha Ratty. Very good. Enjoy your day in the sun.

That pitch at Wembley is an absolutely disgrace. We spend hundreds of millions of pounds on a national stadium and the pitch is crap. I think even Barcelona would struggle to play their normal passing game on that.

Well done Pompey. Hope you go on to win it. That's the romance of the FA Cup. Anything can happen.

Soft drinks in a pub? Shocking. Absolutely shocking.

Strewth. You can't drink lager in a Youngs pub Keef. It's bloody sacrilage. That's what it is. Sacrilage I tell thee.

Yup! Cartoon punks Quids. I loved the Sex Pistols. They were a breath of fresh air after years of boring prog. I met Malcolm once. He turned up to my brother's 21st birthday party back in the late 80s. He seemed friendly enough and quite chatty. He did have a major influence at that time but he was definitely a self mythogoliser. You don't invent Johnny Rotten. He was THE face of punk and the Pistols were THE band.

Look, I've said I was sorry and I truly am. It just wasn't written too well and it was an easy mistake to make. There have been "phantom" things written on here in the past and I just thought it may have been one. Once again I am very sorry and offer you my sincerest apologies. I hope that the police catch this bastard before it happens again. And, well done you for reporting the incident. Not enough people do.

A thousand apologies....I've just seen your post on the other thread. The above was obviously a typo. Hope you're okay.

Noosh82 Wrote: "As he became parallel to me he almost turned around and grabbed me in between my legs." I'm sorry to quibble but this doesn't make much sense to me. He either assaulted you or he didn't. It's the "almost" I'm not getting.

That sums it up in a nutshell ratty and ????. Ferguson, Wenger and Benitez are the biggest moaners when it comes to refereeing decisions.

Afraid not. No. Are you?

Mick Mac Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I wonder if they will be showing the golf. I'm > sure I speak for everyone in saying that we all > want to see it. Thankfully they don't have a telly in the Clockhouse. Golf is a game played by men with small balls and ridiculous trousers.

Erm...as this is tomorrow shouldn't this be a sticky admin?

3-nil and you fukced it up!

The mistake a lot of politicians make is in forgetting they've been appointed and thinking they've been anointed.

Whichever way it goes it'll be close.

woofmarkthedog Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Yes... > > > Here is a gem.. > > http://www.frenchhousesoho.com/ > > W**F Seconded. Well worth a visit.

There She Goes - The La's

In My Own Time - Family

Out Of Time - The Rolling Stones

Way of the mark kpc. You Done My Brain In - Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band

It's on a Friday and Friday means fish. I love this place in St Martin's Court in the West End and you can often do a bit of star spotting while you're there. J Sheekeys

Bob Dylan - Desolation Row They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad, they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row Cinderella, she seems so easy "It takes one to know one," she smiles And puts her hands in her back pocket Bette Davis style And in comes Romeo, he's moaning "You belong to me I believe" And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend You better leave" And the only sound that's left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden The stars are beginning to hide The fortune telling lady Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is making love Or else expecting rain And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing He's getting ready for the show He's going to the carnival tonight On Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window For her I feel so afraid On her twenty-second birthday She already is an old maid To her, death is quite romantic She wears an iron vest Her profession's her religion Her sin is her lifelessness And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow She spends her time peeking Into Desolation Row Einstein disguised as Robin Hood With his memories in a trunk Passed this way an hour ago With his friend, a jealous monk Now, he looked so immaculately frightful As he bummed a cigarette Then he went off sniffing drainpipes And reciting the alphabet Now you would not think to look at him But he was famous long ago For playing the electric violin On Desolation Row Doctor Filth, he keeps his world Inside of a leather cup But all his sexless patients They're trying to blow it up Now his nurse, some local loser She's in charge of the cyanide hole And she also keeps the cards that read "Have mercy on his soul" They all play on penny whistles You can hear them blow If you lean your head out far enough From Desolation Row Across the street they've nailed the curtains They're getting ready for the feast The Phantom of the Opera A perfect image of a priest They're spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they'll kill him with self-confidence After poisoning him with words And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls "Get outta here if you don't know Casanova is just being punished for going To Desolation Row" Now at midnight all the agents And the superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that nobody is escaping To Desolation Row Praise be to Nero's Neptune The Titanic sails at dawn And everybody's shouting "Which side are you on?" And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot Fighting in the captain's tower While calypso singers laugh at them And fishermen hold flowers Between the windows of the sea Where lovely mermaids flow And nobody has to think too much About Desolation Row Yes, I received your letter yesterday About the time the door knob broke When you asked how I was doing Was that some kind of joke? All these people that you mention Yes, I know them, they're quite lame I had to rearrange their faces And give them all another name Right now, I can't read too good Don't send me no more letters, no Not unless you mail them From Desolation Row

You mean if you want to get away from there it's easy.

It doesn't matter who you vote for the government always gets in.