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Moos Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Blimey. What does a hanky up the sleeve mean? > > *removes hanky from sleeve* Carpet muncher.

I Hear You Knocking - Dave Edmunds.

Can't You Hear Me Knocking - The Rolling Stones.

I thought a hanky in the back pocked declared whether you were available or indeed... submissive.

I Can See For Miles - The Who.

Oh! and excellent choice of venue. Hoorah!

Brendan Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Exactly, and if I wanted to drink in places where > basic survival skills and a keeping a duster in > your back pocket were prerequisites I would have > stayed there. Surely you mean a handkerchief?

Three Times A Lady - The Commodores (yuk).

Three Steps To Heaven - Eddie Cochran.

Sorry to hear your sad news Mick. I had a friend who died on Friday also of a heart attack at just 52. I had a girlfriend who died of a heart attack at just 37 eleven years ago so I guess it's not too unusual. I've lost a lot of friends over the years who all died far too young, some were still only in their 20s.

Crumble with ice cream. How long before this gets lounged?

Ha ha! yeah really. Puff The Magic Dragon - Peter, Paul and Mary.

No contest. Bestie was probably the greatest player I've ever seen. Ronaldo and George shouldn't even be mentioned in the same sentence. No comparison. Bestie was a footballing god. If he was playing today he'd be absolutely priceless.

What can you say about Bestie. He was a genius. A footballing god. George was probably the greatest player I've ever seen. It's a real pity he never played in a World Cup.

Keith Waterhouse was a brilliant writer/journalist and a legend of Fleet Street. His weekly columns in the Daily Mirror and later on The Daily Mail were always worth reading. The Mirror was his spiritual home but left because he refused to work for the late bouncing Czech Robert Maxwell. I loved Billy Liar, a brilliantly funny novel which I've probably read three times and it's a very rare thing for me to read a book more than once. He also adapted the writings of Jeffrey Bernard for the stage with Peter O'Toole in the starring role in Jeffrey Bernard Is Unwell which I was lucky enough to go and see when it first opened at the Apollo Theatre in the West End. He also wrote the scripts for film classics such as Whistle Down The Wind and A Kind Of Loving as well as contributing to the satirical 1960s TV series That Was The Week That Was. He liked a drink and rather than slurp in the bars of Fleet Street he found the drinking dens of Soho much more to his liking. His hobby listed in Who's Who was simply "Lunch". Top bloke. R.I.P Keith.

Thank you Mr Wolf. Idiots who think they can drink a bottle of vodka/whiskey or whatever in under an hour in some stupid life threatening drinking game deserves what they get, either their stomaches pumped out or death. Drinking games are for arseholes. Drink sensibly not until you're senseless.

Get The Party Started - Pink

That'll be one chip shop then. The Dolphin. Dullard.

Well, seeing as there is only one chip shop near The Herne there isn't much competition is there? So it's The Dolphin Fish Bar isn't it.

There's never any squabbling. It's always good fun of that I can assure you. However, I to will be a no show tonight.

Personality Crisis - New York Dolls.

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I don't doubt that if Michael Owen gets plenty of games under his belt and hits top form and scores goals for Man Utd that Fabio Capello wouldn't be foolish enough to ignore him. The simple fact is that he hasn't played enough games and the good thing about Capello is he doesn't pick players on reputation alone or if they're injured to the detriment of fit and in-form players. Hence plenty of other players have been given a chance to show what they can do. Long may that continue. Look how players like Jermain Defoe and Carlton Cole have come on a bundle for the way he has shown faith and belief in their ability by giving them a good chance. Not just ten or 15 minutes at the end of a meaningless friendly. Sven Goran Ericksson took two unfit strikers (Rooney and Owen) and a rookie (Theo Walcott) to the last World Cup at the expense of a proven and fit goalscorer in Jermain Defoe and look what happened. Bloody ridiculous.

Mad World - Tears For Fears.

Noose.