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Hurrah! Live music at a local boozer. About bloody time! What's the refit like by the way? It's probably 25 years since I last walked through the portals of the FHT as it really hasn't appealed in the past.

Err... excuse me, what bad press. I've seen nothing in today's papers to persuade me otherwise. I've always thought Liverpool fans on the whole to be absolutely magnificent. Did you see them on the terraces last night? What a marvellous sight to see. A sea of flags, scarves and banners, singing their hearts out to spur their team on. What more could you possibly want from your supporters?

I enjoyed reading that BR. I used to say to anybody who was a stranger to our city: "If you want the best view of London, front seat, top deck, double decker bus."

Nah! I read Chronicles last year and thought it was really interesting reading it through Dylan's eyes.

Many commiserations to the Liverpool fans on this thread. If it's any consolation I thought you played better than 2005. Still, sometimes that's the way the cookie crumbles. Also, if I'd paid good money for tickets for the game, flights and accommodation etc, etc I be absolutely furious if I couldn't get into the ground to see the match. Anyway, do what I do when the Spurs lose, delete it from the memory banks. Better luck next time.

I'm amazed you got as far as that.

Ah! the dreaded passport photo. You should see mine. I look like Carlos The Jackal.

I really don't see the point of another damned coffee shop and I don't care how bloody trendy it is. Trends are transient anyway. I've absolutely zero desire to sit in some craphole teaming with mums, babies and pushchairs. If I want a coffee I put the bloody kettle on and make it myself.

From Blake's Law Dictionary - Mania Fanatica: "a form of insanity characterised by a morbid state of religious feeling". Need I say more?

Hmmm... in that case, I worship at the Presleytarian Church of Elvis The Divine.

There is no God, only religion.

Yeah, wouldn't surprise me Mockney. I'm a Spurs fan but you've gotta support the Pool tonight haven't you. Come on you Reds. Might get down to the CPT myself tonight, but word of warning I do get very loud when I watch the footy so it might be best if I stay at home.

Suits me.

Excellent idea. The Gipsy Hill Tavern, yeah, I know it's not ED but they do a open mic thing there most Sundays.

Be bout ya Tillie but me a gwan to dinner at J Sheekys in Soho tomorrow night, but me mus a check it later. Glad you liked the King Tubby. Oh! and Fractionater me been drinking the Red Stripes since me were a lickle yout bwoy and you were still in a ya pram. Cha!

I wasn't assuming anything Snorky. If you're Italian. Good luck. I just want to be entertained and watch a great football match. I certainly don't want to sit through another boring game like the FA Cup final on Saturday, which quite frankly stunk the place out.

No, what? Snorky. Do want to expand on that? I suppose you're a Man Utd fan.

I'd just like to wish all Liverpool supporters the best of luck against AC Milan in the European Cup Final tonight. Let's hope it's a really great game with plenty of goals and entertainment for everyone watching and the Cup comes back to England. May the best team win.>:D

Two women, who had been friends for years, decide to go for a girls night out, and were decidely over-enthusiastic on the cocktails. Incredibly drunk and walking home, they needed to go to the loo. They were very near a graveyard and one of them suggested they do their business behind a head stone or something. The first woman had nothing to dry herself with so she thought she'd take off her undies, use them, and then throw them away. Her friend, however, was wearing a rather expensive underwear set and didn't want to ruin hers, but was lucky to salvage a large ribbon from a wreath that was on one of the graves. So she dried herself with the ribbon. The next day the first woman's husband phoned the other husband and said, "This girl's night out thing has got to stop right now. My wife came home last night without her panties." "That's nothing," said the other husband, "mine came home with a card stuck to her rear end that said 'From all at the Fire Station, we'll never forget you.'"

for such sad and lonely lads

If it's got to be lager then Red Stripe's the one for me. Any chance of getting that on draught?

Since the late great John Peel's passing listening to the radio has become a bit of a chore for me, so I don't bother anymore, not that I was regular listener anyway. Commercial radio is just awful. Adverts every five or ten minutes minutes that seem to go on forever. It does my head in. Talk shows bore me apart from say Robert Elms' show which is usually entertaining and informative at the same time but the rest seem to be full of stupid, deeply irritating DJ's who think they're being funny with their ridiculously dumb inane banter, who play the same records on rotate and why do they all seem to surround themselves with a background staff of laughing sycophants? Urgh! I must be getting old or something.

"Golf is a good walk spoiled." - Oscar Wilde.

It's a lovely place Keef, maybe a bit too many tea shops though.

Golf is a game played by men with small balls.