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But, then again, our fourth placed team last year won the whole shooting match. In England there’s always one overachiever each year … Ipswich were the classic case. The sign of a healthy league, I think. Man City for me this year. In Scotland it’s once every twenty years or so…

Everton have gone backwards this year, no doubt. England’s up there, I think, but I’d rate Spain as the best league. Every single team of theres seems to acquit themselves well in Europe.

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:( I miss Craig Burley.

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@geordiebird wrote:

yes we are lol
he keeps me in a little estate up the rd so i dont cause any damage :lol: :lol:

My daddy got me a little estate when I was young as well. Paperbridge, it’s called. Somerset, nine bedrooms, twenty three acres, a butler, two maids, a housekeeper, gamekeeper, gardner, French chef, his assistant and a pastry chef.

Daddy did at one point think he was spoiling me and said I should do without the pastry chef but, dagnammit, isn’t every man entitled to enjoy a biscuit every now and then?*

* With apologies to Steven Fry.

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Write inane posts on message boards. :D

For instance, I was late to my brekkers today since when out shopping for a can of tomatoes I noticed a jogger chap had dropped his wallet. Now, being a community minded sort of fellow, I gave chase to return said wallet. Just my luck, it turned out I was chasing middle distance superstar Ivan Heshko. It took ages to catch the sod.

Also, when I was fourteen, as I explained at the time to my old French teacher Mr Renshaw, my mam used my homework to paper the budgie’s cage. This explains my failure to achieve academic success and also Jimbo the budgie’s recent securing of the philosophy professorship at the Sorbonne.

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:lol: That link is a brilliant bit of urban lore.

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As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
’cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ’round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

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:lol: Are you trying to tell me that Reading was just the slum bit?

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@Ow£n Ka$h wrote:

So pikey, you were in Reading aka Henley on Thames?! :?
You missed Oxford Rd then! :lol:

:D No, I don’t think so. I went through the large slum area, down a bit of country road and then arrived at Henley…

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Well I was. I went to the nice part – Henley on Thames it was called. Not as frightfully common as the rest of the place.

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:lol: Did I tell you was in Reading last weekend?

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