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You're correct tim, just realised what I was thinking of was the Monaco; https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=renault+5+monaco&biw=1440&bih=785&tbm=isch&imgil=Y5eOh9T1467bSM%253A%253BFy-v_fW4zdmBsM%253Bhttp%25253A%25252F%25252Fwww.carandclassic.co.uk%25252Fcar%25252FC455962&source=iu&pf=m&fir=Y5eOh9T1467bSM%253A%252CFy-v_fW4zdmBsM%252C_&usg=__6E-fqEm4QepNM5qCfa-mg33HBeY%3D&ved=0CCoQyjc&ei=FetkVPbAHqLW7Aaz9oCQBg#facrc=_&imgdii=_&imgrc=Y5eOh9T1467bSM%253A%3BFy-v_fW4zdmBsM%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.carandclassic.co.uk%252Fuploads%252Fcars%252Frenault%252F4456197.jpg%3Bhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.carandclassic.co.uk%252Fcar%252FC455962%3B500%3B373

If that were true, shouldn't his mate have been charged as an accessory?

Steady, now.... don't count dem chickens just yet...

"This shirt was given to me by the current Polish international goalkeeper," I told the Chinese customer. "That is Artur Borucs!!" he replied. "No, it's true," I said.

So, he'll be installed in time for the january window, with a working knowledge of our own transfer targets. Great.

This. The trick though is to keep them at bay long enough for the pressure to build. Which is pretty much what Leicester tried with us.

I don't know whether this is the most united the Saints have ever been, but according to the sports echo, Stoke have never been more United...

To my eternal shame, I have the wetherspoons pubfinder app on my phone.

Many a truth lies in jest. But I think we'll sneak it, 2-1 Saints.

This occurred to me too. Assuming Jeff is on good terms with his neighbours, surely the thing to do would be get them to confirm the problem and put in a written complaint to the lodge and the council?

A howl of anguish from the sickipedia forum. I think it covers most things, but can you add any items to the trolley? Why Portsmouth is a sh*thole. A list. The feral packs of kids, the endless bass of the exhausts, the no go area that is Guildhall Walk, the eastern European thugs trading blows, insults and drug dealerships with the locals, the almost total absence of culture (Hornpipe Cinema, where are you when we need you), the North End Wetherspoons, the asbos, the dilapidation of Fratton Park where millionaire footballers drive away from the gloom to their pads in the countryside with the last few hard-earned tenners of the locals burning holes in their armani trousers, the fading splendour of the Southsea villas now carved up into bedsits for ‘transient gentlemen’ and behaviourly-challenged young people, the tiny numbers of beggars (like babies in an orphanage they soon learnt the futility of crying for help), the sewage pumping station that is below sea level, the historic dockyard with its head stuck up its historic arse, gunwharf quays, the students who quickly learn the value of avoiding eye contact, the Somerstown skyline in the day’s dying light, the murders, the crammed urban streets packed with four-wheel drives, the hatchet-faced young women, the horrified old men working in the newsagents, the cheap housing being built on every square millimetre of greenery, the football club chairman who thinks he’s Caesar, Fred sodding Dineneage, the endless rows of terraced houses, the diet of lager and kebabs, the shaved heads, the baseball caps, the stripey tops, the beerbellies, the knuckles, the sovereign rings, the white trainers, Pompey dots, the fights over cabs, the nervous-looking coppers, the sense of dread on every street corner, the tense queues in the One Stops, the drives to the country to escape only to find Leigh Park and Wecock Farm, the pounding of the waves that will one day drown the place, the pleading hope inside that somewhere in the town there are people who don’t find mindless violence funny, Paulsgrove, the muggings, the vandalism, the bi-annual footie-related misplaced patriotism fest that always, always turns into riots, the hatred of Southampton, the hatred of everyone else, the bastardised cockney accent, the kids swigging from lager cans, the tracksuits, the red faces, the baffled old people thinking death might not be quite so bad after all, the smell of dogs, the dog's sh*t, the look you get when buying a broadsheet newspaper and a bottle of wine that doesn’t come in a two-litre bottle, the stabbings, the slashings, the shouting, the racism, the crappy jobs, the grey factories, the drizzle, that f*cking pointless £20 million tower they built 100 yards away from one of the most-deprived wards in Britain, the traffic lights that favour a non-existent flow of traffic, the empty libraries, the jam-packed bookies, Fratton Wetherspoons, the tailgating, those poor, brave cyclists, the white vans, the tatoos, the sailors, the endless drivel about regeneration (note to council: a tower block with a few bits of plastic stuck on it is still a tower block), the refusal to do any recycling, that strange orange glow you get in the evenings, the cctv, the concrete, the neighbours that won’t even make eye contact with you, the ordinary people looking to move to Fareham, Cosham Wetherspoons, the buses full of pikeys, Port Solent, Time and Envy, South Parade Pier, the sea, the sea… I'll kick off with the "Out Of City" directions on every road sign. They say it all to me.

I suspect it may have something to do with liverpools summer signings. I never used to mind brenda when he was at swansea, but I have a hearty dislike for him now.

This, exactly. I was fully expecting that to happen.

Steady on now, that kind of thing tends to come back and bite you on the arse.

I always thought the Gordini was the luxury version, but not turbocharged? It had a leather interior, and made for comfort rather than speed, sure it had the 1.4 motor. That mid-engine one Swanny mentions was insane, Joanna Lumley drives one around in the last Pink Panther film.

Any other chickens you feel like counting, bear?

All fair points, and my gut instinct is that the party don't especially want to get power back after the upcoming election. Therefore, there was no point in sacrificing a big hitter like the tories did with william hague. Leave it for another term, then come back with a decent majority and the economy on the upswing like blair/brown did. They inherited an open chequebook from john major, I'm guessing the party would rather that than inherit the current meagre recovery.

I've said this before, but if Ed Miliband is still Labour leader come election time it will be because the party hierarchy either don't think they can win the election, or that they don't wish to.

The latter, I think.

I had one of those for two years, most fun I've ever had driving. Bought it new, but it ate clutch cables for breakfast; 5 replacements in the time I had it. Just the same, I loved that car.

I usually use the East Street multi storey. Never any issues with security or finding a space, and cheap. Afterwards, while the traffic dies down either pop into the Royal Oak on the walk back, or the Standing Order (very child-friendly like most wetherspoons.)

Straight from sicki: Sky News: David James broke. Can't help but think he should have saved something then.

That's poetic, WG. You're wasted on here.

That's the nub of it. I'm sure he didn't leave to get away from Saints, it was more a case of moving his family back to liverpool before he retires. He said as much in his farewell statement iirc. Would be a terrible mistake for him to return on loan imho, but I really cannot see that happening.

Very true, and what if he picks up an injury to one of his key typing fingers? Does he have the depth to keep up the pace?