City Rocker

I believe Ashton Gate stadium is owned by Bristol City Holdings Ltd which, along with the various other companies in the group, is ultimately owned by Steve and Maggie via Pula Sport Limited. No problemo. I think most clubs have restructured in this sort of way in modern times. Which is very different from, say, a Coventry City situation where they sold their stadium and then rented a new one from a third party, which was absolutely ruinous for them.

Agree Baxter Dury's new album is fabulous. What's it like? Impossible to describe, genre-defying, sleazily melodic cockney poetry. Extraordinary. I definitely recommend people seek out his stuff.

As a BS7 resident living near the Gloucester Road, you have just described quite succinctly the match day experience in these here parts. Let's just say we tolerate them. We're quite friendly and neighbourly around here but to be honest, most of us tend to stay indoors on Rovers match days. That or we go and watch City away.

Very good! Just wondering though, in keeping with the zeitgeist, should this not end with something like Na Na Na Na Na..... YOU C NTS!!

NO! No I'm not having that. Despite the press histrionics and the hilarious claims of one BRFC staff member that the new owners had 'more money than God', I think it took almost 48 hours for OTIB members to clearly establish beyond doubt that the hundreds of millions of pounds worth of Assets Under Management were the property of the bank's customers and not that of the Al Quadi family, who, it was found, have a few quid tucked away but nowt to get excited about.

£20mil.... an incredible and inspirational gentleman! https://news.sky.com/story/coronavirus-war-veteran-tom-moore-99-raises-more-than-20m-for-nhs-11974934

Got me a pretty cool red & black mohair jumper from Paradise Garage, but it didn't last long due to getting drenched in sweat and lager too many times down the Locarno. Our Favourite Shop though was Rodney Thomas in the Arcade. At different times it catered for teds, punks, skins, mods and rude boys. After seeing Quadrophenia the movie you had to look properly sharp and Rodney was your man. Watch the cloth moth.

An insane day at Elm Park. I wasn't involved in the shenanigans but stood at the back of the terrace immediately behind where it was all going off and so had a full view of the scenes. Having seen the City mob in action on quite a few away trips through the 80s, I have to say the violence that day at Reading was the craziest and most demented I ever witnessed. Concrete flying all over the place.

Do you suffer the embarrassment of having a Sag in your extended family and being forced to spend time with them this Christmas? That awkward moment when you have to make small talk, trying your best not to offend the poor Fewer by inadvertently highlighting their obvious inferiority? What the **** are you meant to say to these people, and what sort of Christmas present do you give them? Well how about this fun card game, which would make the ideal stocking filler for those 'special few' in your life.

I've lived near the Mem for many years and I can tell you it's got progressively quieter and quieter. These days you'd scarcely know there's a game on. You just know to stay away from the Glos Road and local pubs on a match day, as we're generally a rather pleasant neighbourhood and they tend to be a bit, well, ill-mannered and scruffy to be honest.

When The Listening Bank turns a deaf ear. And The Bank That Likes To Say Yes tells you to "do one" and has you escorted from the premises.

Sounds like the Britannia mate. A grim and thoroughly miserable place to spend an evening. Now thankfully demolished, I believe.

There was a sizable number of us City boys at Patchway High School in the late 70s/early 80s. A large and maniacal contingent went to Wembley for the 86 and 87 Freight Rover finals, as well as to various eventful trips throughout the 80s. I haven't really been back there for about 30 years though, so no idea what's going on there now. You'd imagine there's probably even more City now though, wouldn't you?

The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Fat, bald, old, ugly, lazy, the clues are there. Definitely a sag ?

Thankfully as Marcus said himself during the cricket commentary earlier, he doesn't do social media so hopefully won't get to hear any of this hateful bile.

Ah, ya got me. Imagine my dispair.

Haha yeah just saw that. Didn't hear the commentary though as I've got the cricket on mute and the City commentary on the radio. However, nice to see almost twenty loyal and true spectators in the main stand at the Mem. It's what they do, apparently.

Nah mate, punk was never meant to be about radical politics. If Crass wanted to take it down that road then fair enough, but at least write some decent songs and have a go at learning to play your guitars. Crass weren't the real punks, The Clash were. They meant it (man)! Sandinista was more of a punk record than Stations of the Crass will ever be. Back in the garage with my bullshit detector.

Well quite. Bristol Sport is the servant, not the master.

Yeah I saw Vice Squad at the Granary a couple of times, the mosh pit was ******* insane ?

We were a couple of years too young to go to gigs in 1977, I didn't get to my first one until May 79 (The Undertones at the Locarno), but my mates and I became totally obsessed with the 'new wave' in the summer of 77 and nothing was ever the same again. In fact I can still remember the Sunday afternoon when the epiphany happened. Taping the top 40 show off Radio 1 on my cassette player (* HOME TAPING IS KILLING MUSIC!!), I heard for the first time in quick succession Pretty Vacant, All Around The World and Something Better Change. The sounds and the attitude blasting out of my little transistor radio that day absolutely blew me away and the world did indeed change, forever.

I remember their then stadium manager Ian Holtby smirking knowingly at the camera, as he described his disappointment at the postponement. Strangely it wasn't mentioned in that local news item that Stockport staff had actually seen the pitch being watered when they arrived for the game! I wonder what became of Holtby? He seemed such a trustworthy fellow.

You'd probably have to be over 50 to get it. Fulton McKay was the nasty bastard prison warder in Ronnie Barker's Porridge.

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