This. He's the spit etc is definitely an old East End term, I heard when a nipper. I have read other explantaions ("formed from the spit etc") but suggest it comes from sperm ("He's definitely from his father's spunk"). Spitting feathers I think has a completely different derivation
Generally, no more than a couple of paragraphs. Any longer can telegraph a self-important missive coming up which I'll ignore. It's much helped by the ignore facility as is avoiding an avalanche of posts from some users
What gubbins. Yes, England were much better tonight but still he allowed the Dutch back into the match by not bringing on subs. He is very consistent in his lack of taking the impetus. He's not a modern, pro-active manager
I mentioned this a couple of weeks ago. The problem with having every single thread dominated by the same small handful of posters, lovely as they are I'm sure, is that it puts others off. I left here for a good while for that very reason. I want to have a chat, a laugh, find out transfer news...
Under the station is in memory, but the one that fascinates me is the amusement arcade that is under the roundabout in front of the Pier, I would love to see that!
My old grandad would have been called up by now by the local Tories for his once every 4 years free car to the polling station in a key marginal to do his duty (which was to vote LABOUR from 1945 until his death in 1992, but Dave, don’t tell the old dear OK? She hates me for being a Tory). Hats...