This is by no means a dig at you, Everest, cos I know you're only extracting the urine. But it dicks me off when I hear people say: "I know someone who works at Reuters, and apparently..." or "According to my mate who's a journalist..."
If the journalist in question were any good, or indeed...
It really was rather splendid. Got home at 1pm after a freezing night in Reading station and a trip via there and Birmingham. Still, worth it though. I got hold of the beach ball and bounced it off Yan's head at one point.
It's rubbish. I asked: "What's your cheapest book case?" (because I need a new book case) and she went off on one rant about value for money being more important than conspicuous consumption in the furniture market.
What a load of willies.
Speaking as someone who deals in local news (but not in Sussex and not even in newspaper format), I think the Argus is on the whole a great paper. Yes, it's got tosh like Naylor and Chris Baker, and those irritating columns about "the men who sit opposite me on the 8.37 from Hassocks" but it's...
These were hideous... I seem to remember tham at the cup game at Hereford a few seasons back too... let's just have good old punk rock and performance poetry over the PA system, and nowt else.
Pish and piffle, Lord B. I got one for Christmas, and I've been after one for ages. I can now listen to:
Five Live in proper quality
Five Live Sports Extra (Test Match Special without the hiss)
BBC 6 Music (bloody marvellous station)
BBC World Service (ditto)
and about fourteen other stations...
Marvellous scenes. Our opening two goals were the best I'd seen all season... even Kerry and Watto had good games at the same time, for christ's sake... that's how well we played.
Slightly surreal moment when a bloke who looked like Alexei Sayle was called out of the South Stand and shown how...
That's because your average casual fan assumes that all games are sold out, and doesn't bother calling the club to see if (s)he can get a ticket or not.