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Gareth Southgate?

Wigan just missed a pen.

"1616: RED CARD Birmingham And penalty to Man City. A howler from Rob Styles. An absolute stonewall howler. Franck Quedrue hauls down Benjani in the area - but Styles shows the red card to Radhi Jaidi. His linesman eventually sets Styles straight and Franck Quedrue is sent off." Papa Laz, the floor is yours...

Flights to Belgrade.

This: http://download.yousendit.com/974224257E08C4AC If I've had to suffer, everyone else should too.

Do you even have an excuse for that at the time? As you would have been early 20s/late teens. Cheeky fucker. Erm, my dad bought it for me?

I fully accept that there'll be some fuckups on the first day, including for reasons of "familiarisation" (there's only so much you can derive from trials with willing volunteers rather than actual dumb/harassed/tired/etc. passengers), but something on this scale is quite quite silly.

We need to introduce "Staggering Incompetence" as an Olympic sport, it's our only hope of a gold in 2012. (Well, that and the freaky diving boychild.) That's assuming the Games actually happen, of course...

Not exclusively by a long shot, but don't let that stop you from making a bad point.

http://www.darkroastedblend.com/2008/02/ni...laygrounds.html http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sea/561877622.html

I've been meaning to compliment you on the fabulously gay profile pic, btw. Hey, it's not you who should be blushing, at least you're the one being groped rather than the one doing the groping.

I've been meaning to compliment you on the fabulously gay profile pic, btw.

I even had the commemorative mug. Cringeworthy tbh.

Hehe Its somewhere in outback Wales As was my last case of the aforementioned idiot syndrome. Llanfairfechan to be precise. Don't suppose we've been taking money off the same fools?

If it's postcodes I tend to look them up on Streetmap to see if the place actually exists. I've sold items to people who couldn't spell their town name properly before.

I think I wanted to be a journalist. This was before my Fop-inspired disillusionment with the profession as a whole, of course. I blame Dexter Fletcher.

Happy happy joy joy!

Get your motor runnin' (providing you can afford £3/litre petrol) Head out on the highway (after paying the relevant tolls and stealth taxes to Father State) Lookin' for adventure (that hasn't already been crushed by overbearing Health & Safety regulations) And whatever comes our way (though legal proceedings may be instigated in the event of any particularly unexpected surprises)

The pension system will be fucked by the time we retire anyway. And we'll be living under three feet of water.

Downfall Would I be missing the point if I complained that it suffered from having a few too many characters to be followed clearly? Still, everyone already knows the main players and events, and the whole thing is delivered with exactly the right sense of brutality, bleakness and futility - anchored by the highly (and quite rightly) praised central performance by Ganz. Complaints about the film "humanising" Hitler seemed to miss the salient point, at least as far as I'm concerned - namely that, at its base level, the Nazi machine was composed of humans, just like any other movement of evil throughout history, so there's great value in examining it from that human, personal perspective rather than rehashing the broad sweeps and overarching storylines of WW2 that we already know so well. That said, even with its curiously upbeat "unreal" ending, this made for such bleak Easter viewing that I was glad for the opportunity to recover with "Freaky Friday" on BBC1 afterwards.

Just recovering from a healthy lunch of chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate. Roast dinner to follow.

I like my coffee like I don't like my men: big, black, strong and sugar-free. As for tea, stick one "normal" teabag and one Earl Grey in a mug and brew for five minutes minimum before adding a splash of milk but no sugar. What's the deal with office tarts in this country who think that sugary, milky water with 30 seconds' worth of tea infusion in any way constitutes an acceptable drink?

Schnelsen or Moorfleet? I've never known the former be anything but hellish. And I used to need about four U-Bahns and buses to get there from my old haunt. Should have just got a cab really. Cracking meatballs though. Mancy knows I'm a fan.

It's fine here - twatface