Patrick Bateman

I can't recall ours being that bad, but I did go to Middlesbrough during the Stuart Gray (or was it Wigley, I get those two disasters mixed up) when we won 3-1 and there weren't more than 3-400 Saints fans there!

Who cares what a load of bellends think on some naff social media site? We'll know who we sign, when they sign, when it's announced on the official website. The trouble with everyone today is that everyone is so impatient.

No. I have asthma and Bronchiectasis (so in other words my lungs are boll*cks) and I'm fine with dry ice.

So, currently reading Neil Ruddock's autobiography on my daily commute. Reminded me what a c*nt Branfart was, messing with his Saints career because of the headbutt and generally signing bad players, selling good ones for cheap and being tactically inept. Anyway, great read if anyone fancies it. He states Saints is the club where he enjoyed himself the most.

Having had to work in Coventry, I can confirm it is a dull, concrete sh*thole, full of boring w*nkers. I hate their tinpot crap club with their crap support. Vile, soulless place, typical sh*t midlands dross.

I thought you lived in Fleet??

This YouTube clip is so addictive! Can't think of the words for De Ridder though, I have no imagination - but so long as "fast" is not said like a Northern monkey.

I lost my temper with a gas/electric salesman. I was cleaning my car in my drive (actually down on hands and knees scrubbing the alloys) at the time. He appeared and asked if I knew how much I spent on gas and electric and that he could guarantee me a much better deal. Having just changed 3 months previously to what was a very good deal, I politely told him I wasn't interested. He then tried again. I said again that I wasn't interested. He then said I HAD to sign to say he had called and had a folded bit of paper. I (still) politely refused. He again was insistent that I HAD to sign and that he would wait for me to sign. I stood up and told him where I'd stick his paper and pen before he then left sharpish. I hate these w*nkers. I am perfectly capable of finding my own deal, in my own time.

I didn't mind missing that dross, it was more the hail stones I objected to, but no one to complain to about that ...

Sounds like a lovely guy ... !

Why so catty? I presume you told him that then at the time?

What page? Can't see it in the Northern (sh*t) one.

They are sh*t c*nts. Never liked them, past life and all that.

Definitely, was on the plane to Seattle and to Budapest in the last month and had a fat f*ck next to me both times who spilled on to my seat. Uncalled for. Luckily, both times, I blagged a free upgrade so got moved, nice.

Park at the park and ride, it's next to the stadium

He looks like a History teacher, he looks like a history teacher, oh Nigel Adkins, he looks like a history teacher ... (stupid woman)

Those trains always have 4 or 5 carriages, far better would be to get a SWT service to Basingstoke and change for the First Great Western service to Reading, probably more comfortable.

That is brilliant!!

And I presume you need to know whether to buy the biscuits to make you sleep with your colleague's wife, or the biscuits to make you fall out with your boss. All makes sense now, I'm so daft!

Again, who cares.

Waitrose.

Good! It's always been a bloody curse.

True true! Obviously not, which is sad.

I washed mine and all the letters came off, so I took them back and got a refund. I bought a jester hat instead.

God, don't you lot whinge. The strategy of the club is to use local companies for as much as possible. The Betting Room are a local (South Coast) company. End of story.