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Spot on. I have so much respect for the Oldham fans. Heartening to see them still supporting real local football.

Urinating it down in Brighton now. Niagra Falls....

Just don't bother with the whole women/marriage thing. My flat is a complete dump. Haven't hovered in months and if I stand still in the kitchen for too long my feet get welded to the floor by years of guk and grime. The only thing I dust is the 40 inch plasma and the framed picture of SMS when we last beat the skates. The bog gets a squirt of bleach once a month and when the mildew reaches the tooth brush on the basin I drag a damp cloth around to get rid of the worst. Bed sheets are done every other month. Can you imagine that change in habits if I was hitched. My advice to all single men. Stay single and pee all over the floor if you want.

ever heard of the internet

Not raining in Brighton. Boo. I like rain while I sleep. Kinda comforting.

Personally I think we should do away with this whole 'democracy' crap and let Wills 'n' Kate run the country.

do I mean prozac? what's the one which calms you down?

just take a handful of prozac before the game and sit on yer hands.

I'm going to miss going to Carlisle away. Getting down to Brighton station at 4am to catch the train to London, breakfast at Euston followed by journey oop norf. Premier Inn right near Brunton Park. Pint of ale only £2.10. Good company. And then the journey back the next afternoon after mooching around town. There's just something about long-distance away days that I thoroughly enjoy. And usually on the way up/down on the Virgin line there are many other football fans going to other prem/champ games to talk with/drink beer. Yup, I'll miss going to Carlisle. Still plenty in midlands and yorkshire for next season though.

And Brighton and Hove council is still hung but the largest party is the Greens - they held all seats and picked up 10 more.

Excellent result. Fantastic! Now those traitorous waste-of-space lib-dems can shove the idea for electoral reform back in the closet for at least a generation. It was a spanking. Clegg lost bad. What a loser. Ha! Ha!

que? 'life laundry things'? wadaya mean?

who the fak is 'Lawric Mac'? Sounds like a croatian burger chain.

..and we will have a long boring summer with no footeh. Personally, I am putting nose to grind stone to get some work done and pounds in bank. Got to get ST money and away day hotels/train fares saved up. What will others do to while away the closed-season blues?

Let's go out on a high. Give 'em a 6-0 drubbing.

Buy an XL and 300 burgers from the van outside...

Just so long as we aren't relegated. It is a five year plan to get back to the Prem don't forget. We've done 2 years now so although promotion next year is the obvious goal, it won't be the end of the world to consolidate in the Champ for a year before pushing on. I think people should be a tad realistic here. League one is a piece of p!ss compared to the top of the Champ. Let's not forget that we were in the Champ for 4 seasons trying to get back to the Prem. It is a tough, tough league. Norwich going straight up is not normal.

How about this?

Nice. I'd wear that.

What is your favourite kind of poultry? I've grown a liking for partridge recently. And I have to say, I had a particularly tasty wood pigeon the other day.

I guess he can because Brentford have nothing to gain or lose. We though should owe it to the league to be as competitive as possible as Walsall is still 'in play'

NO!!! Like I keep on saying, one of the highlights of my day out at the footeh is looking down the shirt of the blonde chick in front of me and ogglin her mammalians. Don't you dare go putting her in a tight shirt. Tight little trousers though... mmmmm....

so long as the sponsor is not on a ****ing iron-on plastic patch like the second year of Flybe. That made us look like primary school kids. If we're going to pay £40 for a shirt it has to be made well. And for the record I like collars.

That's the one! Many thanks.

I think a few of our older comrades probably do lose control and end up with sh!tty sheets. Called incontinence.