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Cabaye?

They just did the final qualification draw for the 2013 Africa Cup of Nations, and it's Ivory Coast v. Senegal in a two-legged tie with only the winner progressing to the tournament proper. So at least we'll only be losing Tiote or the Dembas in Jan/Feb, and not all of them.

It's at least two years too late to help him keep control of several of the councils in question, so that'd be about right, aye.

Touché... and away!

That's because Craig would have dredged up some thread from three years ago where someone said the same thing already. Actually I'm not sure how this would have changed matters.

They'd fit in to London generally though.

BUT THERE OUR DEFISHENSIES

We've a lot in common with them, and not just in the obvious ways. The country and bluegrass music traditions have extensive songbooks from US coalmining regions full of tales that would resonate throughout NE England. I've been diving into all that stuff recently and it's very rewarding, if just a tiny bit depressing once you reach your 37th ballad of the day about black lung.

Davydenko, Karlovic, Baghdatis, Cilic and now Ferrer... not exactly an easy run to the semis for Murray. Bet he gets twatted off Tsonga mind.

Now that's taking things beyond the realms of the plausible.

When a hapless Scot, traversing the second tier Many journeymen warriors doth employ; Be still, o tired and sceptical seer! All foes the chicken masters shall destroy.

So, how long until this thread reaches 10 pages of people being totally not bothered about N-O? I give it to about 8pm.

Hope this doesn't affect the next series of The Apprentice.

"mintness", apparently.

Ee, you're quick!

Oo. I think it worked. And I think I managed to make it not post irrelevant crap all over your Facebook wall.

Is this on a website somewhere or is it phone-only? My telephony is decidedly 20th century.

I'm anyone's for a lamb jeera. (And him indoors is away overnight on work business )

Then why have you asked me out on Thursday?

Nah. Nearest I've come is being "mugged" at a train station by two lads who ended up giving me back my mp3 player because it wasn't worth their while nicking it.

Ahhh, that's better. Smashing time at his friend's wedding last night - just the right amount of drunk, just the right degree of ceilidh dancing avoidance - then promptly put together an IKEA sofa and footstool on returning home, followed by doing the last clean and clear-up at the old place and closing the door behind me with the keys left inside. Now kicking back on said sofa with a beer and a pile of reduced Tesco sarnies. This is the life.