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I almost searched for this Dog, then I realised that you were being unchracteristically clever. Mount Everest was still the highest mountain before it was 'discovered'. It was always there wasn't it

Just called them and yes they have some on tonight, cheers for that. The girl didn't know the name nor the genre though! Do you have any more info Tom please as that would be the perfect for my purposes and I ain't been there since way back when.

Hmm.... Two words come to mind... 'Trevor' and 'Brooking'

Funny you should mention Goat Semen (to give it it's proper name). I read some research a couple of years ago about some scientists who were trialling it as a 'cure' for MS. I cans't remeber if you rubbed it in our drank it, but the initial results were apparently quite positive. I was considering donating myself for the placebo trials.

Hi, just wandered if anyone knows of any live music on this eveneing in the Bassett area. We can get dropped off so as long as it's sort on the Blue Star 2, Unilink bus route we'll consider it. Would consider a taxi journey of sub £10 perhaps, as long as the taxi driver speaks, don't care what language just need one that speaks. Preferably pub and ideally playing 'covers' or acoustic. NOT The Brook please. Oh and a pub that sell proper beer, lager and John Smith's Smooooothflow would simply ruin it for me. mrs drinks house red. Thanks in advance hamster

They have a side room that is a seedy looking amusement arcade, always busy in that bit for some strange reason. Maybe that's where the money is?

Here is a true story: One sunny afternoon whilst strolling through London I decided to buy some food to feed the pigeons later that day. I went into a corner shop and purchased a packet of corn. Later that day, whilst walking hand in hand through one of the parks we approached a large pond with ducks and pigeons everywhere, on and around it. I pulled the packet from my inside coat pocket, opened it and proceded to offer a handful to mrs h. "You can't feed them THAT!" she told me firmly. "You idiot, you've gone and bought POPPING Corn" I laughed (lolling had not yet been invented) but she pulled her hand away. In disbelief I continued to pour the corn into my own hand. "You'll kill them, it's POP corn, they'll explode" she shouted hitting me on the arm. Up unitil the point where she gave me one of those 'looks', I thought she was messing about, but she was extrememly serious. It was one of those looks, the ones they give you to let you it is time to back off. I duly backed off. The 'pop' corn went into the nearest bin and we continued our romantic weekend away, never to revisit the subject. Then a few months later whilst out with friends I remembered it all, I wrongly assumed that this was an amusing anecdote that would be enjoyed by all. WRONG. A hefty elbow to the ribs followed our friends laughter, confirming to me that mrs h did indeed not possess the same sense of humour as myself. If ever anyone reading this meets the amazing mrs hamster, with my blessing please ask her about the time she saved the lives of the London's birdlife.

I want Switzerland to win the group as a thank you to my dearest darling Markus. We could all stop in your alpine mansion praps? You provide the fine wine, I'll bring some quality 'smoke' and Dog can bring his new bird (hopefullly she has a Mum and some sisters too).

Jackpot Cafe. Was walking past just two weeks ago on our way to Portswood, and nostalgia kicked in. Mrs had a bacon sarnie and as I couldn;t choose between the options I plumped for THe Herman! A veritable feast that just had to be tackled for old times sake. Unfortunately it was an over-cooked greasy mess, it really was disgusting. One of those meals that you know it really is not worth sending back. "Foul" would be an understatement. When it was brought out the chef (haha) called over to us and just nodded at the plates on he counter. "Yes please mate" I said, "Here you are then" he said walking back to his wall of microwavs. I absolutely love fry ups, but due to having to keep an eye on my cholesterol I only have them as a rare treat. I ate almost every bite as I knew that another will not pass my lips for a good few months. One thing is for sure though, it won't be another 'Herman'. They should re-name it a 'germ un' imho.

Really enjoyed those photos , treasures every one of them.

Cool stuff, rightly proud I am sure. I like the fact that Clapham's Grandad was a proper Communist activist, I think I woulod have liked him mate. What would he have made of the lot we are lumbered with today i wonder?

Wladislaw Drabik was his name, known to all as 'Wally', he worked at Pirelli's for many years and lived in both Desborough Road and then Robin Square, Eastleigh. Lot of Polish families in Eastleigh though, not all got on from what I understand, my Grandad being one of the hardest to get on with I am told. I remember helping him to mix his Golden Virginia with Old Holburn to roll his fags with as a very young lad. We used to walk up Home Wood on Chestnut Avenue a lot chopping wood. My fave times with him though , were when we'd watch the banger racing and afterwards we'd go scavenging anyt bits that had been discardede or knocked off, he'd take absolutely anything that he could carry, absolutely anything. His shed wasa treasure trove to me and he is the reason that my own shed all these years later is such a museum of crrrrap. God rest his (and all other deceased Polish Grandad's) soul. We qute simply would not be hear today arguing about Polish Cabbies without them, and our lovely Nans too of course.

Can we play 2 goalies and 9 defenders for this one please?

Leave Britney ALONE!!!

Is that Jordan without the make-up? I note that she wears a crown also which I think makes her look silly.

This may well turn out to be the most exciting week of the season, it may ed in disappoiuntmenbt, but until it does I am lapping it up. Three days of Cup Fever, followed by 4 days of Cup Fever. Can't be bad by my reckoning. And who knows, this time next weel we may be wetting ourselves at 'the week that was'. In years to come we will be able to say to our Grandkids and Great-Grandkids those three immortal words. "I WAS THERE"

Sorry to break it to you mate, but I saw John Terry hanging out of her last weeek.

No darren,. Monday AM is overseas saints ONLY1 then I think it's people who went to Limerick and THEN it's the real fans like me and you again. hth

Meschershmidt (sp) Pilot Markus Liebherr Grandad hamster (the english speaking one) was down the coalmines and Grandad hamster the Polish one was at Monte Casino. Sometimes when I'd ask him about 'the war' he would say something in Polish to himself and his eyes would well up. He hated Americans btw, he told me once that his the Polish had recaptured some town from the enemy forces somewhere, but they were ordered to hang back so that the Yanks could do the liberating marching through the town bit. He'd lost quite a few friends and said it wan't about the geting the recognition or the glory, it was about getting to the vodka to drink to their memories.

No you wally. A LIFE, you have to have A LIFE to trade one. I don't know why I bother sometimes, I don't know why I bother!!!

DD, do you have one to trade then?

Tim, Shall I take that as a no then? If so, I have a couple of others in mind.

Do away goals count double or would any aggregate draw mean Extra Time after 90 minutes?

What's the difference between a Taxi Driver and a Pompey Goalkeeper? A Taxi driver won't let five in. Ithankyou Ithankyou

You can say that again.