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F*cking ‘dinner’….dinner time is midday, evening meal is ‘having your tea’ :hehe:

How different from the old days at Ninian Park when the attendances were announced as, say, 12,000 when there’d be about 18,000 there. Shouts of ‘Liars’ were often bellowed out:hehe:

I’ll have you know that, even at my age, I can feel my hair growing!!!!

A good haircut would improve his game concentration. It must run into hours over a season adjusting his hairnet.

And the club itself another 20:old:

‘Born years later’ ?????? Don’t use your showbiz age on here:hehe:

Sure it wasn’t Dom Joly?

Most, is a bit over the top.

Are we in the shallow end or the deep end of the ground?

You have plates??? And chicken? Ham spelt with a ‘J’ & cream crackers is our traditional fayre :hehe:

You have plates??? And chicken? Ham spelt with a ‘J’ & cream crackers is our traditional fayre :hehe:

11th place, won 11, drew 11, lost 11, now that’s symmetry.
Man City’s title now??

Aw c’mon, it’s very entertaining when you’re at a ‘do’, Madness comes on and loads of 60 odd year olds get up and smash the ‘nutty boys dance’. Usually last about 8 or 9 seconds before they limp and...

Bit harsh…. Can understand Tan, Dalman, Choo, Bulut but poor old Meite? ……………:hehe:

Raspberry ruffles, shocking.

Are you using one of those Blackberry phones?

I’m sure there was a hammock or a hammock type swinging seat involved as well. Wembley was practically empty that night, 20 odd thousand attendance I think. Great day out though, f*cking crackers, up...

Shirley it should be a glass and a half :hehe:

He could eat one of them through a tennis racquet!!

Perhaps he has got Our House in order and we’d be Nutty Boys to get rid. On the other hand would keeping him be One Step Beyond?

Perhaps,wisely, his decision to voluntarily leave was the correct one. Dodged the ‘boot’ for failure.

On that basis, the strongest available side would be the side that finished the Southampton game. Sounds ok to me.

I was on that table, it was in the beer garden of The Green Man. (I’m sure that’s the name of the pub)

A family member buys me them for every birthday & Christmas. I think I must have ate one in there house years ago, haven’t got the heart to tell them.

Until you lose your phone or get mugged for it.