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The Black Friar's an old favourite. Ditto the George Inn. Also a vote here for the Lamb & Flag in Covent Garden, and a tipped hat to Ye Olde Mitre in Hatton Garden.

Yep - there'll be a piece of Palace memorabilia under a floorboard or something, or their crest painted onto the wall as an undercoat. You must watch this man's work like a hawk. Well, like a seagull actually - hawk is dangerously similar to eagle.

Welcome to the world many of us have inhabited for a week now, Boz.

Already got BT broadband, already paying Sky for ESPN, so this is going to save me something like £156 per year. Nice.

I shall be watching your Twins, chaps, at the Nationals in June, as part of a visit to Washington. Other than a triple-A exhibition game at the Oval a few years ago, won of course by the mighty Mets, this will be my first MLB experience.

I've been wound up and nervous about it since it became clear it was going to be them, and it's only getting worse. I bought my ticket kind of automatically, without really thinking about whether this is an experience I actually want. I'm going to be a complete googling mess tomorrow.

If I were starving, I'd eat whatever would keep me alive. But I'm not, and we're fortunate enough to live in a wealthy country and have a choice. You shouldn't have to 'man up' to eat in Britain!

Mushrooms - smell, taste, texture, they're absolutely disgusting. Can't understand why anybody would want to put something like that in their gobs. When I lived on my own a few years back, I wouldn't even have them in my flat uncooked - can't abide them. Aniseed - what's that all about? The...

Superb work, Spotty. Cheers. Gus speaks really well, doesn't he? Even though you know he'd say the same thing at any club he managed, it still sounds like he means it, like it would mean something special to him to get us up.

Mail produces something readable. *faint*

It's one minute out of your life, for crying out loud, to remember an important figure in the club's history. But mobile phones turn some of their owners into idiot savants who can't put them down for a second.

How many times have we dominated a side set up to defend at the Amex this season, and failed to win the game? Needing a one-goal victory at home is likely to be no less tense, frankly. The only way we'll be able to relax is if we get an extraordinarily improbably large win on Friday, and with...

Can't see it, woddy. We're just not equipped to play that sort of game, and after three years now, it feels like it's not in his nature to do anything other than try to win a game. I can see him playing it tighter than usual, of course, but playing for a draw? No way.

Webb wasn't helped by the lino there, though, was he? They're supposed to flag for offences the ref can't see, and the Manc's body was between Webb and Luiz. They should both have gone.

I don't understand that sentiment at all. Summers in odd-numbered years are barren, desolate wastelands, the oasis of the fixtures coming out giving the only relief. Oh and (this year at least, thank eff), the Ashes. How am I feeling? Every time I think about it, my heart drops into my stomach...

Yep. Can't say I'm looking forward to it.

...that, while bloody frustrating for those who won't get a ticket for the away leg of a Championship play-off, today is the anniversary of that Hereford game. If you'd offered any one of us at Edgar St that day the opportunity to swap the problems the support was dealing with then, with the...

Again, Trig, you're right of course. But we're going to, aren't we?

Can't agree with that. No way a league game, even one we'd waited 13 years for, is as big as a play-off game which is a step toward the top-flight. This is, for me, the biggest game between the two clubs so far. And yes, I'm aware we've played them in the top flight, but those too are league...

You're right, Trig - it was a rhetorical question, really. You'd have hoped that the experience of the club would have taught them a bit more prudence. As I've said on here before, to forget the mistakes of history is to be doomed to repeat them.