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Yeah. I’d say Argentina’s big failing was when they were out of possession. All the decent teams caused them great bother. They only really handed out a whipping to the Serbs. I’d say any of the quarter finalists save the Ukraine could have won it if they’d started sparking like the French and the Italians managed to.

Overall, I think the Italians were worthy winners. Keeping your cool is part of the game and Zizou didn’t manage it.

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:lol: Any ideas that aren’t based on the pride/anger engendered by the words Culloden and Bannockburn, chaps?

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:-s He’s not the antichrist. That would be cool. Dave is not cool. He does need destroying, however. Join your local PPPFCUDHD now and join the tweed rebellion. Your country needs you!

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:lol: Keane indeed. You poor misguided fools.

Well we all need someone to lean on
And if you want it, well you can lean on me
Well, we all need someone we can lean on
And if you want it, well you can lean on me

She said my breasts they will always be open
Baby, you can rest your weary head on me
And there will always be a space in my parking lot
When you need a little coke and sympathy

Yeah, we all need someone we can dream on
And if you want it, well you can dream on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can cream on
And if you want to, well you can cream on me

I was dreaming of a steel guitar engagement
When you drink my health in scented jasmine tea
You knifed me in my dirty filthy basement
With that jaded faded junky nurse
Oh, what pleasant company

We all need someone we can feed on
And if you want it, well you can feed on me
Take my arm, take my leg
Oh, baby, don’t you take my head

We all need someone we can bleed on
And if you want it, baby, well you can bleed on me
We all need someone we can bleed on
And if you want it, why dont you bleed on me

Get it on, rider
Get it on, rider
Get it on, rider
You can bleed all over me.

The Rolling Stones ~ Let It Bleed

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@cymorill wrote:

it seems now that all the inspiration
has fled from my soul
as i struggle to write a few lines
maybe i have run out of things to say
or maybe it is because i am devoid
of any emotion that can be expressed
there is no love inside, no hate
just a vast empty space
have i found peace at last
or have i simply grown dispassionate.

Look, we’ve all been a bit done in. Sometimes life is hard. But just because England got knocked out by cheating johnny foreigners on penalties again, it doesn’t mean we can’t pick ourselves up and struggle on, does it? A nice cup of tea will sort you out. Stiff upper lip and all that. :)

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:-s I don’t know. Is it the pink mohicans?

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:-s I’m not sure I’ve ever seen that on the menu at Claridges. Is it some sort of remoulade?

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:lol: I’ll wager that’s a jaunty tune and a half.

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:-s What’s this in my inbox about do I want a cheese sandwich? Just remember, you lot, I could have you killed.

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I missed Owen like life itself. I missed him so much I went a bit constipated. Also, my life nearly collapsed into a dystopian sewer of longing and sorrow. I couldn’t get out of bed for the sheer depth of grief. I’ve been crying myself to sleep every night, well, I say crying; it’s been more of a pathetic whimpering. Days have been going on and on and the nights have just felt so long. Even food doesn’t taste that good and drinking isn’t doing what it should.

That last bit might have been from Bryan Adams’ and Mel Chisholm’s Baby When You’re Gone, though.

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