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Blimey. Excellent post, I agree with every word. I'm a "little Englander" I suppose, in that I don't want an overseas manager in charge of the England team. When it comes to International football, we should stand or fall based on our own domestic talent, be that on the pitch, or in the dugout...

For most MAGA's, its basically a protest vote against "the establishment". They throw their weight behind an endlessly lying, shambling goon with terrible hair, who spouts populist buffoonery amongst an endless stream of absolute BOLLOCKS and BULLSHIT, because in the voters minds, its one in...

Regardless of the Mail's angle, I was already of the view that it is a bit depressing that England (ENGLAND) are once again reverting to bringing in an overseas ringer, because we are apparently incapable of producing a coach / manager who has the CHOPS to take on the England job. No other...

Summink to do with the Queen, I expect.

I don't like having a foreign coach. This is nation vs nation, it should be OUR best vs the ROTW. We should STAND OR FALL according to our own domestic talent on the pitch, and in the dugout. Yes there have been exceptions made before (which worked well didn't it), but it should always be an...

Likewise. It is just an occasional treat, sometimes if I happen to be passing it. My go-to is generally a double cheeseburger with extra cheese. But sometimes - sometimes - I will have a double hawaiian burger with cheese. There. I said it.

They are franchised, so quality may vary from branch to branch. As @jcdenton08 correctly observes, the Montpelier Street one is outstanding, and always has been. The closest one to my dwelling is Shoreham, the one opposite Southlands. It is also very good, but my only MILD complaint is that...

So how about this stream of thought about the perils of electric battery-powered boats (which he delivered at a rally, at land-locked Nevada recently BTW): This is your senile drunk old grandad at the Christmas dinner table, ploughing his way through a bottle of Baileys. And half of America...

Now he's calling for the military to deal with his opponents ("the enemy within") “I think the bigger problem are the people from within. We have some very bad people. We have some sick people,” he said on Fox’s Sunday Morning Futures programme. “It should be very easily handled by, if...

Oh good gosh yes. Comparing an Uncle Sams to an Amex burger is like comparing Myleene Klass to Ann Widdecombe. Sadly I don't really have an Uncle Sams option along the way. Nearest would probably be Montpelier Street, but I'm not yomping all the way down there.

Boils my piss that this Abu Dhabi mob can sportswash their way into an EPL club, sign up to the EPL and its rules like every member club has to, then ride roughshod all around the rules so they can snide their way to "glory" - then when challenged, get the lawyers in, drag to it all through the...

I've taken to diving into the M&S at Brighton station for a couple of sarnies to take along with me. Infinitely preferable to the russian-roulette CACK that sometimes or sometimes does not get served, sometimes or sometimes not at a decent temperature. And STILL no salt anywhere to be found.

Don't forget about the secret Jewish space lasers that started all those forest fires.

I have a favourite chunky woolly jumper. Its old, tatty and shapeless (much like me), and the doris HATES it, but it's my go-to when it starts getting a bit nippy. I don't go out in it as I'd look like Compo, but for tapping away at my desk it keeps me nice and snug. I've also got an electric...

The ending to Les Miserables always gets me, when Jean Valjean passes, with Fantine leading the way for him. Chokes me up every time. And the bit where Eponine dies at the barracade. Ok. I'm a mess.

Everyone seems to rave about The Princess Bride, but I've never got round to it.

"Hope they've got a nice floor I can stare at for me interview mate"

I worked in Black Lion Street back in the day. My hours were 8-4, so I'd work through till 2pm, then mince through that narrow little alley to the Smugglers for the lunch hour, whereupon me and some colleagues would commandeer a pool table and neck 3-4 pints, before scurrying back to our desks...