Whitey Grandad

Troo dat. But only in a very limited and specific way.

I’ve signed. It so much for the political reasons but because it is such a stupid place and season to hold it. It goes against all footballing traditions and I cannot believe that corruption is not involved. I have no evidence of any such thing of course in case any lawyers are reading this.

Justice is served. Should have been a red card too for Fernandinho for that challenge on Raphinha in injury time. Not because it would have been a goal scoring opportunity but because it was pure assault. He kicked the other player when the ball was nowhere in sight.

Is anybody else having problems with these commentators? The bastards won’t stop talking. If they were sitting next to me at a game and rabbiting all the time they wouldn’t last the game. (BT Ultimate)

We have those around us, especially on Sundays. The Channel Island flights sometimes route over our house but they’re not a bother since they’re over and gone an if they’re low they’re on landing approach at low power. The most annoying are the single engine training flights in summer. They do a two minute holding circle over our house and that drives you round the bend. I think they are centred on the Draper Tools head office.

The curse of slow motion strikes again. Video Assisted Red card there.

Shortest distance from train to terminal of any airport in Europe.

I’ve just remembered that in my dealings with the airport many years ago just after it was modernised we talked about the runway and they told me that it needed widening rather than extending. This was to allow the larger 737s and A320s to land. The large hangars will handle a 737 but the tail fin sticks out a bit.

Thanks for the info. This is the trouble with statistics like these. It’s what you read into them that matters, plus what action is taken as a result. As the old saying goes, one person’s death is a tragedy, the death of thousands is a statistic.

But when is the ball ‘kicked’? When it is first touched by the boot or when it has actually left the boot?

Holidays are but a small part of the reasons for travelling. As an island nation everything has to go in and out by plane or boat.

I cannot be sad when a 99 year old passes on but I feel sympathy for Her Majesty who has lost her lifelong partner as I would for anyone else in a similar situation. Death follows life as inevitably as night follows day and we can hardly say that he left was taken before his time.

And how does that compare with previous years?

This is the point. The television view is not accurate enough to make such hairline decisions. The timing of the pass is never questioned and those lines last night didn’t look truly at right angles to me. I know there’s perspective but I think they favoured the defender. If there is the slightest doubt they should butt out.

Exactly which part of his shirt sleeve are they looking at?

Fabulous Missing him already!

I wouldn’t call it a con or scam but there must be ulterior motives at play here. Maybe a reluctance to relinquish control, maybe a diversionary tactic to hide deeper problems, whatever the reasons they ought to have the full support of the people. Lives have been put on hold, businesses have been scuppered, lifetimes of work have been binned, there’s no justification for prolonging it.

Interesting, but doesn’t take into account the net effect of these decisions in terms of points won or lost during the games.

This, this and these. We have lost sight of the reason for living.

I must declare a personal interest here and say that I have no chance of being part of any sex parties in the rest of my lifetime. Just as long as I’m not prevented from doing what I want to do and hanging around waiting for the loopies to slobber over each other.

But if the vulnerable have been vaccinated and the unvaccinated are not vulnerable what’s the problem?

Not to mention smoking. Eat too many burgers and they’re in danger of a throat clot.

This has been a weird season by any standards.

Why, the supporters of course!

I like to think that I was consistent and fair