I've got a couple of thousand old Brighton postcards, this one of the B&HA Moochers being a favourite. Probably what the Ist team squad is doing at the moment
It's pre Great War, as R. Whiting, the goalkeeper, is sitting on the right and he was killed in the war.
Who gives a flying **** about scoring political points apart from politicians looking after their own interests. Whoever was in Government when this shit happened was facing the unknown, especially after Emperor Xi Jinping lied through his teeth about the scale and effect of the virus in China...
I think the closest I have come to liking “country” music is Tumbleweed Connection by Elton John and Sweet Baby James by James Taylor and music of that ilk, although it’s probably not pure country.
Getting our food delivered by a local fresh food wholesaler who usually supplies the restaurant trade. The freshness of the veg, fruit and meat is amazing. Bread, milk, eggs as well. The prices are unbelievable, so much cheaper than the supermarkets and totally free from bellcheesery.
We’ve got a fresh food wholesaler near us that usually supplies the restaurant trade, but are now delivering locally. Amazing selection of fresh veg, fruit, meat, eggs at wholesale prices. Better than anything from the supermarkets
It, apparently, happened while the guys Mother, who also lived there, was downstairs. I can’t even begin to imagine the horror and distress that poor family had to endure.
Could we change “We’re loose” to “We’re win” until the season recommences, then go back to”We’re loose” when normal service resumes? Just a bit or temporary positivity unrelated to football.
Kev’s post were always great. Had a sort of childish innocence about them, mixed with the longings of a randy teenager. The other old thread that had me in tears was the story of someone putting a dartboard up at home.I don’t think it was Kev, but it had a similar innocent hilarity.