Interlull anyone? No, me neither.
That said, I shall be putting chicken wire over the telly box to protect it from incoming of course, but unless you actually count Blackburn’s alleged interest in Fabiano as Tottingham related activity there ain’t nothing going on but the rent.
So here it is. Your platinum clad opportunity opportunity to be waiting weeks for some book, faulty toy or other. Manchester City’s Argentinian is a machine. If this snap is anything to go by, one that has a faulty valve.
All answers will be adjudicated, deliberated and discombobulated and ultimately the closest to funny wins the threat of a star prize.
Hey Roberto you’re right.
My shit doesn’t smell of roses.
This is what i really think of West Ham !
‘When you said “Wear the club turtle-neck” to me, I think something got lost in translation Gaffer’.
I’ve pood in my snood!
Hello Astromesmo:
Perhaps I might be permitted to comment here on your post of 10:15 am today on the previous stream. Fact is, I have to thank you. I misspelled. Talked about Bevin when I meant Bevan, something for which you could have clobbered me but didn’t. Simply went on in the next sentence to mention Kierkegaard (correct spelling) which sort of completed the job of assigning me a conical hat and a place at the back of the schoolroom. Nicely done.
Better still, you are obviously aware that K wrote about anxiety and dread, just the emotions which most of us feel, whatever our points of view on the stadium matter.
I am so up to my neck in anxiety and dread on a daily basis in this ‘Brave New World’ of ours that I’m amazed I can poke my head out from under the covers every morning (Unlike Mr Tevez above).
The concept of the leap of faith and truth being subjective was in my mind somewhere I must admit in the middle of all the Stratford talk but somehow I got diverted when that guy started going on about throwing his Granddad off a bridge.
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p.s. Didn’t even spot the typo!? Slipping!