Jah Lush

I kid you not. I'm sure there are plenty of Arsenal fans out there that would have quite liked to have won the "Couldntcareless Cup", or the FA Cup come to think of it but of course Arsene Wenger and Atila couldn't care less. They'd rather qualify for the Champions League and still win nothing.

Presence Dear - Blondie

Are you sure about that Atila? I see the Premiership as pretty much a two horse race between Man Utd and Chelsea and both teams have every chance of winning the Champions League. You'd have a lot of egg on your face if Man Utd were to do just that.

Favourite Things - John Coltrane.

The Thrill Is Gone - BB King.

After Hours - Velvet Underground.

Looking After Number One - Boomtown Rats.

Largely, I'd agree with you Sean but the first two album and the dogs bollocks.

Elysian Fields. Nice one Steveo. Good name for a band that or an album come to think of it.

Chelsea Girl - Simple Minds. I think it was they're first single so it was all downhill after that.

Poor Folk - Screamin' Jay Hawkins.

Roll Deep Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Jah, it's a date!! I didn't know you cared.

A gorgeous girl like you GG, all alone on Valentines Day? Shocking. Absolutely shocking. I've quite often found myself alone on Valentines Day and really it's no big deal. Get home, skin up, open a decent bottle of wine, put on some music and and let the tears flow. They're better out than in. And after that you can smile and laugh to yourself while you think of those poor souls being ripped off for cards, flowers, chocolate, champagne and meals out with someone they feel they are lumbered with and would secretly prefer to be as free you.

As ratty would probably say. All footballers a selfish cooonts.

His wife was Spanish. Barcelona are interested. You have to give it some thought. I agree about Cashley though.

OK. You're offered a better deal at another firm/club to which you're quite interested but you like it where you are and the firm/club you work for want to keep you so they offer you a payrise. What are you going to do?

I really can't see how Frank Lampard is a mercenary. He's a top quality player who is admittedly extremely well rewarded for he does. 20 goals a season from midfield is worth a lot of money and that's what he's paid for. How many other midfielders can you name currently playing who score as many goals as Frank does?

Oh Sean. You can do better than that.

Kill the Poor - Dead Kennedys

Arsene Wenger's belief that finishing 3rd or 4th rather than winning a domestic cup is just plain wrong. OK so you get qualification to the Champions' League and all the revenue that comes with it but the whole point of entering a competition is to win it and so far Wenger has failed in that respect. You can understand the fans' disappointment because when it comes to the Champions League they have reached one final in the 14 years that Wenger has been at the club. I'm quite sure that there are Arsenal supporters out there that would have been very happy to have won a domestic cup or two over their last five barren seasons.

A Town Called Pity - Gene Pitney

I wasn't having a dig *Bob*. Just pointing out that people will always copy stuff.

Pah! This all bollocks. It's been going on for decades but people still copy stuff and why not. Do you remember the slogan on inner record sleeves? "Home taping is killing music." Didn't stop anyone did it? Oh and by the way - did you tape the music on your tapes from records?

Forest Hill - on Dartmouth Road.

Two Middle East mothers are sitting in a cafe chatting over a plate of tabouli and a pint of goat's milk. The older of the mothers pulls a bag out of her purse and starts flipping through photos. And they start reminiscing. 'This is my oldest son Mohammed. He would be 24 years old now.' 'Yes, I remember him as a baby.' says the other mother cheerfully. 'He's a martyr now though.' mum confides. 'Oh, so sad dear.' says the other. 'And this is my second son Kalid. He would be 21' 'Oh, I remember him,' says the other happily, 'he had such curly hair when he was born'. 'He's a martyr too.' says mum quietly. 'Oh, gracious me ...' Says the other. 'And this is my third son. My baby. My beautiful Ahmed. He would be 18', she whispers. 'Yes' says the friend enthusiastically, 'I remember when he first started school' He's a martyr also,' says mum, with tears in her eyes. After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photographs and says... 'They blow up so fast, don't they.'