St Landrew

See, that's where we've been going wrong all this time.

Just thinking the same thing. At the moment I'm just trying to capture the feeling of the despair and hopelessness of just 6 months or so ago, because I want to remember never to genuinely feel like that again, about my football team. How we'd all pretty much felt Saints had gone into a downward spiral over the last 5-6 years. I know we'd had a couple of odd moments in the intervening seasons to cheers about, but it was all managed decline; and as it turned out, badly managed decline, at that. Back in May of this year, if someone had told me that Saints would be being this professional, this organised, this forward looking, and this positive, in such a short time, I'd have told them to bottle the elixir they were drinking, because it would have made their fortune.

One whiff of Xmas, and you all turn into St George.

The pictures look as though they have been cleaned up, whereas the video looks more genuine. That could be just down to me thinking that all un-explained video footage must be grainy and shakey, to look authentic, though. Of course, in Norway, the sky is much clearer, than in the UK, so the photos could be entirely genuine. I'd imagine it to be some atmospheric phenomenon. Gobsmacking to look at, no doubt.

Merging the thread doesn't do that. Besides, as this is a Lounge thread, I thought it more appropriate to keep Westwood: The Movie as the title, instead of I Just Threw Up In My Mouth. Remember the forum rules..? Rule 536b, sub-section XXVI: Make the title relative to the subject matter.

I shall, no doubt, be dusting off my cheap vinyl copy of White Christmas With Nat King Cole & Dean Martin, within the next few days.

There I was saying to Jeff about not being a smaltzy Disneystyle-Viewer, and there I go watching Field Of Dreams last night. I'd mislaid the DVD, somehow for several years, but found it in a cardboard box while I was looking for some electrical wiring. As it happened, I was able to put the film on and do the little wiring job I had in front of me, while watching. After I'd finished, I set the job aside, got a beer, and just flopped into a comfy chair. It's just a great film. It's soppy, it's slightly daft, but it pulls at the heartstrings like few other films, and is incredibly uplifting, if you let yourself go with it. It's almost It's A Wonderful Life for the present day generation, and what better praise can I give it. 9/10, and that's only because no film is entirely faultless.

Pancake, I take it all this music IS in the background. You aren't actually listening to it while doing nothing else, yes..? Pedant alert: Disraeli As for myself, I got The Pretenders - Pretenders II album going.

Never mind. Your thread is merged with this one.

Well you're lucky then, as it was my intention to move it to the Lounge, or General Sports, but I was distracted by work, of all things. Get your comments over and done with NC, because it is heading into the room.

You might open an antique bookshop to give you the necessary freedom. It works very well for certain people.

A manager can do lots of things, shout and scream, but he can't attack one of his players. Pulis is finding out that he's gone over the top, and Magilton will too. Once you start smacking people around, or head-butting someone, in this case and at Stoke City, you've completely lot the plot. I'd be very surprised if he hasn't lost the respect of his players now, and in that case, he won't last long in the job. Pulis may have saved himself with his apology, as he is a much older man, with a longer track record of management. It reminds me of the alledged boot-kicking incident at OT. That's the way to get your point across and still get away with it.

Looks like he's got his life in the order he wants it. I understand that he really p!sses other Pimply supporters off with his incessant bell ringing though. Ah, yes... as requested, I'll give it the benefit of the doubt, and make it a Lounge topic. Of course, that means we have to take the topic seriously. OK, TMSers..?

Don't know why England haven't come to him, either now, or in the past, rather than him having to offer. He's the best penalty taker there has ever been. It's a no brainer. Le Tiss mentored Beatts on penalties. Care to look up how many he has missed..?

2ins shorter. He's 5ft 6ins. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simon_Gillett

Don't just talk about it:

No, you're not the only one. He's not a bad actor, IMO. But he's almost among a small group like De Niro, Pacino and a couple of others, who are lauded as great actors, but tbh, have often been hamming it up as themselves, for years. Mind you, at least he isn't the highly paid lump of wood that is Keanu Reeves. I've often wondered whether a suitably trimmed and made up oak tree might do better in his roles.

Clueless..! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olMkzxlU3ms

I see the point you're making, and it is a valid one. However, Gillett isn't the only fish in the sea, and Saints no longer have to keep players they don't want. After years of being on the fringes, it's clear [to him] that he's never going to become a regular Saints player, unless something happens in the next few weeks to turn the Southampton footballing world over. Simon has been around the Saints fringes for years now, and the first team just keeps passing him by. If not for anything but for the lad's sake, it's time to let him go, so that he can play some regular football. Incidentally, do people realise he's now 24..? His football life is passing him by, and he plays about 10+ games a year, mostly coming on as a second half, or last minute substitute. If I had the prospect of a club wanting me to play for them regularly, I'd want to go too.

He-he, like it. Got a feeling I've seen that school. I take it, it's near Queenstown, Waikato, yeah..? To each their own.

There are 3 ways.

Mmm, but with essence of stomach lining. Not good, IMO. Now of course, if Dog was a bird or insect, instead of a rabid canine, and the black pudding passed all the way through, then perhaps we'd have the makings of an exotic source of nourishment. In the sort of way that certain coffee beans are eaten and shat, and then picked up to make exotic coffee. I think Monty Python had the answer. One of Harry's specials: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPs8TnBlmuA

Thought I'd offer some encouragement to TDD. For a few weeks now I have been strumming away, just for 5 or 10 minutes here or there, and something is beginning to happen. I'm finding some relationships in the chords. Instead of that dischordant sound, that always happens, I find that I'm stringing some chord changes together of my own, and they are making a little sense. I also find that I'm picking up the guitar, and I barely get a buzzed note out of it, unless I do something totally untried. And I'm not looking where my fingers are going either. It's all feel. My cousin, who plays the guitar very well indeed [the sh!tbag ], but doesn't play from year to year, calls it finger memory. I suppose this is doing the picking-it-up method, instead of rigorous practice. I'm never going to be anything but a strummer with perhaps a little picking inbetween, but, unlike when I was appalled at my lack of talent as a teenager, and throwing the guitar down in disgust, I find that strumming will do. Back then I wanted to be Hendrix. Now, I know that isn't possible. And every time I pick the guitar up, I'm starting to find something slightly new. Sadly, I can't force it, but it's such a bloody thrill when I get several chords together nicely. And dare I say it, but it doesn't sound too bad either. In timescale, that's after lots of non-practice over the last 10 months, with June to October being taken up entirely with Motorbiking and Sailing, and the guitar being back in its case. Of course, now it's on its stand, plectrum pinched in the wires, and ready to go whenever I want it.

Couldn't agree more mate. Absolutely superb pass. I have it on Youtube. If you don't want to watch the lot, start the video from about 1m20s in: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olMkzxlU3ms

Sadly not for us, but for one of Frank Worthington's many other clubs. But this was what he was all about. Bags of great touch and skill: