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Oh, absolutely, when he moved inside: I was referring to his attempts to beat them on the outside.

Don't worry Ohio, we know not all inhabitants of your fair lands are completely bat****, although I must admit I've never come across anyone quite as ..... something or other .... as Sarnia. Are the Canadian authorities aware? Does he still have a gun licence?

Ex-council house here bought, from the people who got the discount, in 1983! Never moved although I did rent out for 7 years when I moved abroad for a bit. You could have problems, a few young scrotes in my road, for example, but the tough working class who bought their houses tend to keep them in check. Any problems by drunken kids on a Saturday night and everyone is on their doorsteps. My next door neighbour had her mum being a bit sniffy about being in an ex-council house - personally I'd have stroppily pointed out that the previous generation had it a bit easier - but my neighbour pointed out next door the systems analyst now teacher (me!), the archaeologists & senior trading standards officer and boat-builder opposite, forestry worker and sculptress ...etc. Mine is very well built so make sure you get a decent drill for making holes, but otherwise sod the resell value: these are places to live in.

Neither know, nor care. But how long does it take for you all to get to the SW? I've got long legs and will probably be on my first pint by the time some of you arrive. I'd like to get the 15.49 from St D, or definitely the one an hour later! Change of clothes ready on the bed, the consensus amongst the 18 year olds is dresses and heels !!!, quick shower and an attempt to not slur my words to the taxi driver - last year it was the first day of Ramadan! I'm glad to say that other team-mates are of the same opinion that the venue is a bit grot, although mine is more based on nothing decent to drink.. Anyway, this bottle of beer I'm drinking is celebration that I've finished my translation: longest sentence 99 words... I must get Bletch to do an Italian word cloud, I'm sure it would be fascinating...

From what I saw of the U-21s on Monday he doesn't look comfortable on the wing and was too easily controlled by the full back - not quite the pace to go past them, although he did try. More effective centrally from what I've seen. He may have been carrying an injury which affected his pace though - for his size he's no slouch.

I'll try.. Sod me, a sentence of 81 words to translate. It's meant to be on an explanatory panel for tourists/visitors - awful run-on style. I think my English version is going to be easier to read!

Hmmm, I've really got to work out my timings here as the opportunity to meet (inter-alia) Word Cloud, C-L, the Liverpool guy and the kid (28 is kid, trust me!) is not one to miss.. However Saturday evening is football club presentation night and because the kiddies teams are also involved it starts quite early. Mind you, arriving half-cut seems a good idea as the club bar we use is not great. Train from St. Denys, taxi pre-booked (unlike last year, ah yes, it is Saturday night). I reckon I'd be easily spotted : tallish, slightly butch, built rather solidly and with footballers legs! Anyway, this post is displacement activity for getting on with a translation from written Italian. Anybody who knows written Italian will wince: not in this document but they say things like "seasonal effing precipitation" instead of "snow". Rant over..

Some good sports and not bad acting by the players..

.. by making him weary as heck playing every game, in a league which is probably a lot more physically wearing: some of the tackling and blocks by centre halves must be giving his muscles a good going over. He's visibly frustrated with himself too. This applies to the whole team though, let's hope that the final home match and away to Citeh, along with the finishing tape in sight gives the players that surge of adrenalin to perform in the way we know they can.

I do believe you may be being a little unfair there, RB. They're probably selling out the part of the ground for which they still have a ground safety certicate.. In fact I think they may have come up with a uniquely Pompey solution to obtaining sell-outs as they slide down the league... Just looking forward to the afternoon matches when the floodlights give out.

You didn't see his grim look on the touchline then?

Ah, I was wondering. I realised you never (G&S: 'What never?' hardly ever :-) ) went to St. Marys.

It was written by the work experience kid and Allen didn't get a chance to edit it.

There's a gin distilled in North London which was recommended to me called Sacred: haven't seen it on sale yet.

You naughty boy! Consider yourself told off. [giggle]

I apologise, my PTS Nutjob credentials are slipping. The one I saw lived in Gosport, I believe, and seemed eminently qualified..

It's worrying. What I didn't say in my previous post is that he appears to have a brother..

I believe he's an "adult". Having a tea-break, so a quick scan and there appears to be only one Kane Willis on Facebook: very enlightening..

.. and a knife ... Actually, I saw he was called Percy, had a giggle and thought decrepit old fool...

I thought we might catch Citeh, but Man Utd are losing 3-0 to Everton..

Yes, other parts of his game were OK. One of the chances were him feeding the wing man, getting the return in the box, neatly making space for himself and then...

They're sports bras, you twit.

Eh? Talk about jumping to conclusions. What's the betting Koeman has already had a word with the player congratulating him and explaining how he views his progression? We don't know either way.

MA in 'Delusional Behaviour, Transmission of Non-validated Information and Myth Making in the Context of Local In-bred Populations and Sporting Rivalries'..

Mine are still around, along with Thrush: they often go together I find, although more Black birds around here. Cats are a problem so I just play a tune on my whistle and they don't like the high frequencies.. One of my favourites is 'Cock up your Beaver' - a fine jig and also a Rabbie Burns poem.