Jah Lush

I need to get my sorry arse back up to Gipsy Hill and sample the delights of Beer Rebellion. Haven't been in the newly opened one yet. Can't wait.

Ahem. George Best was from Northern Ireland.

It's another reason why I admire him so much. I'd just started working on the Sunday People as a 16-year-old when Jimmy broke the story about his alcoholism with the journalist Frank Thorne. Probably the first used headline of 'My Booze Hell'. He came into the office a few times and I so wanted to go up to him and shake his hand and tell him how much I admired him but felt it wasn't appropriate at the time. He was going through such a rough patch I felt very sorry for him. Everyone in the office was in total awe of him. There was a hell of a lot of love in the building for him. He was such a hero to us all. I met him 30 years later and he is a really lovely bloke and whenever I see him I'm still that little kid playing football in the park who wanted to be him.

I just got all misty eyed watching this. My boyhood idol. Still no one to touch him as far as I'm concerned. 44 goals in 57 England caps including six hat-tricks (more than anybody else). And for anyone who thinks the game started with the Premiership you can forget Alan Shearer's record because Jimmy pisses all over that and still holds the record of 357 goals in top flight football and six Golden Boots as the top flight's leading scorer. 466 goals in 659 appearances. I could go on. I was gutted when he left Spurs for West Ham and I was inconsolable when he quit football a year later at just 31. I love him.

Also featuring a 17-year-old Ry Cooder on slide guitar.

Brand is an idiot for telling people not to vote. I'm not overfond of him either. Too gobby and his ego needs a planet of its own.

steveo Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > When people dump their fag packet litter not five > feet from a bin, why aren't they smacked in the > face like they just trod on a rake? It's not just fag packets though is it. Cans of drink, takeaway food etc etc. I tend to show them where the bin is. I hate litter bugs.

Gotta have my current faves in here.

It's on my copy. Aha! Mine a re-released version. Lost the original many moons ago. So I stand corrected.

Ahem, Quids it was this not Janie Jones. It was Clash City Rockers which opened the first Clash album.

Never Mind The Bollocks Here's The Sex Pistols

I do get it Quids it's just that I live alone. As a child we always had a sunday roast at home with all the family gathered around the table. It's a fine tradition. A family that eats together stays together.

Ireland's tactics against Germany will involve Roy Keane's death stare. http://waterfordwhispersnews.com/2014/10/13/irelands-tactics-against-germany-will-involve-roy-keane-death-stare-confirms-oneill/

Ha! Given your other half is Irish... that has rather tickled me. Guaranteed not to have a chip on her shoulder then.

El Pibe Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- And given I married an irish potnonomicaphobia sufferer. WTF is that? Is it the fear of doing the washing up?

Fair enough. Golf is a game played by men with small balls.

I couldn't agree with you more, AM. I'm as puzzled as you are about other people's obsession with all that shit.

Indeed. I hope I've got some left by then.

Sunday roasts are a rarity for me. I really do think they are highly overrated. Last weekend though I was treated to one in the Queen's Head in Hawkhurst washed down with a blooming lovely bottle of Argentinian Malbec. And very pleasant it was too. http://whatpub.com/pubs/MAI/77/queen-s-inn-hawkhurst This evening I made Spaghetti Bolognese at home, this time accompanied with a couple of bottles Cabernet Sauvignon. Some of which made it into the sauce. Next week I may not be so lucky coz I'm skint.

And even worse when you reset your password you still can't get into their website. I've had this problem with BT and my energy supplier. They are both crap.

Indeed. Great result.

Ha! Jeremy, 1985 was possibly the one and only time I ate at an Aberdeen Steak House. Probably the one on Tottenham Court Road too. I make better steaks at home. Probably why I've never been back. I pass it often and I'm genuinely puzzled how the hell it's still there. As for Time Out's flowery language - since when has East Dulwich been a village? The village is a village, East Dulwich is just another part of the hamlet that is Dulwich. Mind you, so's Dulwich Village.