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> Indeed, the phrase is "heading". Clearly some of

> those using the headering term have been listening

> to too many pundits, god help them. My son is also

> now 23, he played for them until he was 18, he was

> managed by a guy called Ian, during his last

> season they won the London cup 5- 1. There was a

> lot of politics going on around that time, ground

> sharing with Fisher and all sorts, financial

> shenanigans. When the lads got to the end of that

> season they were all released as they were too old

> and none were taken on by the then manager, again

> political. Very sad.


That was probably Ian Neal. My son played with his son Lewis from U10 I think. I have some great memories of matches and wins. Wasn't so keen on all the nights spent taking him to training though. You didn't say when your son started playing as if it was as early as U10's they probably played on the same team.


As this is the irrational rage thread I'd like to add the behaviour at matches of the parents of some kids who played football.

Lewis and my son are still very good friends, my boy played for only a couple of seasons until he reached 18 and all the lads were rejected by the first team manager. Very political as I recall and as do all the other parents of the group.

Here's another gem from a person causing me much rage today


"I do fully understand your position and I can see and appreciate the logic of it, but it?s just that I do not agree with you ."


If this person had the foresight to provide some kind of counter argument I wouldn't be raging so much, but to just say "I do not agree with you". Dear oh dear.

The weather is warm today first capital connect suggests you bring some water. Ffs. Nxt they will be saying remember your hanky wash behind your ears and wipe yerself ... Well you know. Nanny state ? Nanny railway. Also heard don't forget your luggage.

"No problem" or even worse "No probs" and "No problemo".


A few years ago some guy was giving me a quote for insurance over the phone. After every exchange he said "No problem". I then said "Would you please stop saying 'No problem', it's getting on my nerves", to which he replied "OK, no problem".

But the real reason for tonight's visit is to say how irritating it is when fashion writers and shops describe a piece of clothing, or indeed anything at all, as 'luxe', eg 'a luxe sweater'.


Makes my stomach positively heave.

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