Michelle

+1.

Would be better if he had four legs - four arms are no good in a football match!

None. They can all **** off.

Friday: Meal at Tiger Lilly, then out on the town, staying sober all evening. Exciting. Saturday: Work 9:30 - 1:30, afternoon and evening unplanned. Sunday: Lie in, New Milton at lunchtime for a 1st birthday party, rest of da unplanned.

Jammy frigging bloomin' sods. So not fair to Burnley.

Completely forgot about this, just seen the updates now. Ferking hilarious. C'mon Burnley!

Hell yeah, we're there.

Can you nutters talking about pitch invasions during the game please get a grip on reality? Yes, it'll make the press, but for all the WRONG reasons - Club unable to control fans, disciplinary action, potential fines and points deductions - how in fecks name is that going to help!? Sing your hearts out for those on the pitch as much as you can, and direct as much abuse at Lowe and co too, and lets have a great bleeding vociferous sit-in protest after the game, with the chanting, banners, whatever floats you boat. Just quit with this damn ridiculous idea of pitch invasions during the game, it'll only make the situation ten times worse than it already is.

And there was me thinking we'd have all kissed and made up by now.

You mean you don't know!? Username = Surname. Ring any bells now?

FFS, I can't believe even this has turned into an argument!

lol, genius. I suggest you pull your head out of your arse and save the sexist comments for people who genuinely deserve them, of which you'll find very few on this forum. Grow up.

You need your head testing!

Rob, where have you been for the last five posts mate? (Look up!)

Ha. Haha. Hahaha. I know tensions are running high, but there's hardly any need for that, is there? I didn't realise a little light humour was against the rules. :smt087

Well that went down well, didn't it?

Well, did you?

It's usually in February. In a new move, half our squad will also be available for purchase this year.

Gutted and devastated. That was one soul destroying afternoon. We played so well during the first half too, just couldn't finish for toffee. The sucker punch goal immediately after kicking-off the second half was our downfall. Heads dropped, discontent filled the air, heads dropped further. Fights in the Itchen stand, fights in the Northam stand, attempted pitch invasion from the Northam, the atmosphere got more and more hostile, and quite rightly so. I watched my team, my Club, fall apart in front of me this afternoon, and someone HAS to take the blame. Rupert, forget your ego for just one nanosecond, and you'll realise you're killing this club. We're waiting for you to do the right thing, do the decent thing, and naff off... if you cared about this Club like you claim to, like WE do, you'd do it. Oh, and take Mr McGoldrick with you. Thanks.

... at least we can't lose next weekend.

Oh my... http://www.facebook.com/friends/?added=&ref=tn#/profile.php?id=720531926

Bloody ages, and that's with the medication. Without it I don't think I'd actually ever sleep.

Tonight: Not feeling too bright so chillax with lappy, telly and a bit Wii. Saturday: Raid Trade Depot for stuff for our bathroom, work 10:00 - 2:00, no immediate plans for the rest of the day, may go to cinema to see Seven Pounds. Sunday: Lie-in, boring housey stuff, up to London early evening for a gig in Camden. I wish I had an interesting weekend to look forward to.

A mug with a bag of Fairtrade coffee in it. I don't drink coffee.

Exeter City. Hometown team. I wish I had a sticker album with them in.