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OK, one more, but this one is less crappy, more nostalgia. Faces - Stay With Me

Deep Purple - Speed King That's enough crappy nostalgia music for now.

Black Sabbath - Wizard

Deep Purple - No One Came

I remember hearing a particular radio programme on the psychology of the football supporter [Come on you Radio4..!], and it posed the scenario of how there are certain categories of supporter. There are those who see positives in almost everything - these people actually enjoy their football supporting lives very much indeed, almost without exception, whatever the status of their club, provided it isn't going down the drain. Contrary to those, are the supporters who get very little pleasure, if any at all, out of following their football club, whatever its status, but hang on to it, like a loyal dog. These are extremes, and most supporters are somewhere in between. But it did strike the researchers oddly that a supporter who goes through life actually deriving little pleasure from their pastime; only managing to detect errors and highlight them to others [i.e. shouting abuse to the team they support], while keeping quiet while their team does quite well [i.e not acknowledging the fact], would probably be better off doing something else with their life, because it may well eventually have adverse health effects in the long run. Whereas, the more positive supporter, statistically, will have fewer health problems and ultimately a live longer and happier life. So there you go. That bloke in front of you will eventually not be there to shout his abuse.

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The bees do seem to be extra large this year. Makes me wonder whether there has been some covert introduction to improve the durability of the species, as numbers have been down in the last few years by some 25%, if memory serves. Robins are just successful, feisty birds, who defend their territory against all-comers. It's not in their nature to just fly off.

Gillingham very awake. Saints with the usual slumbers. Saying that, Connolly nearly volleys home.

Off to the match thread. Cheers.

Comments here peeps. COYS

I have no axe to grind with any of you posters, but Alpine, you really do, quite often, manage somehow to, see the clouds in a sky full of silver linings. Whilst you may have a point, it isn't set in stone, and you could very well be wrong. Saints could have an incredibly strong squad for next season, which may well include Antonio, or it may not. I suspect Reading may be picking up the contract extension on Michail because he'll be quite a little money spinner for them, with Saints handing over the substantial cash. Or we could be back to some August gelling, as you say.

Blimey, you were quick. I decided It didn't work, so I changed it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- upfield

Ford

Diplodocus [yeah, I know, it's pretty damn tenuous, but go with it.]

I remind you that this is the Lounge.

Mmm... much as that sounds idyllic, it's probably been their neighbourhood longer than yours. Agreed with the 6ft wood panel though. It would cut people off from the wildlife having to see them.

twee

Indeed they are.

I enjoyed that read. Cheers.

I have a relative who lives in Dale Valley Road, Southampton. He gets the occasional deer, or two, in his back garden, not to mention the odd badger. Work that one out.

Erm... Whitey Grandad , I think Skip was being TMS-like, in a Lounge zone.

Could someone pop up a thumb or small pic..?

Jim

The Dresser Based on the theatrical life of the remowned stage actor Sir Donald Wolfit, and his relationship with, his then dresser turned writer, Ronald Harwood. Albert Finney and Tom Courtenay play the lead roles, ably backed up by an excellent cast, including Edward Fox, with everyone appearing to act their stagey heads off - except they're doing it onscreen. There's hardly a dull moment, IMO, although the brilliance is all between Finney and Courtenay, as the former shifts into a madness of exhaustion, through work and a sense of duty to his beloved Bard, while WWII bombs are being dropped all around. Finney gets some fabulous one-liners, and both stars get a few great monlogues. Even a couple of the stage folk tales are explored, as Finney, in his pre-play ramblings begins to quote from a series of wrong plays, that he is not perfoming on stage that night, and ends with naming the main character from The Scottish Play. This entails him being packed off outside, rotating 3 times, knocking the door, and having to swear out loud, after being let in. It's great ham acting and totally absorbing stuff, IMO. Oh, if you didn't already know, it's famous for the STOP THAT TRAIN moment in York Station, boomed out by Finney. The train obediently screeches to a halt.

Blimey. I reckon a ship going the same route would have got this side of the Suez Canal by now. And they are not affected by volcanic ash clouds.