The Right Honourable Les Q

There's pros and cons on both sides of this debate. Worth remembering, though, that redeveloping has not hindered West Brom or Norwich, two clubs it should not be beyond our scope (although probably our wit, sadly) to emulate. In my humble opinion. Somehow, we've got to start making the most of what we have, rather than what we thought we would have. We've rarely been able to do this in our history. A redeveloped AG, with a 26, 000 capacity, should be more than enough to sustain us as a competitive Championship club. Swansea are doing well in the Prem on 19/ 20, 000. Because the blokes running the place are making better decisions than the blokes running ours. If we go about thinking and saying "we can't..." and "we won't" because we're still at AG, not at AV, then we probably won't...and can't...achieve much more than we ever have. We can do so much more, even at a less-inspiring redeveloped AG, than we have managed for most of the last 33 years. If the refurb is not a cheapo/ bodgething, we could have a vibrant AG down there, with a successful team, of course. Let's be a bit more positive and upbeat. Cmon

That gashole quote you got there, "lodge," would that be on the pessimistic side for the comments in general, or on the optimistic side?

Here, here. Second the above

Okay. So, Funny - sad = Funny. Hence, Funny = Rovers. Mmm, it's okay. Still missing something, for me. Can I not have, Funny - sad + thick = Rovers? To me, it needs the 'Sad' in there. We not got any maths bods on here tonight?

Ahem! Wickes-superstore-style, garish red cladding, if you please. As I myself ordered for the back of the Willies a while back. None of this MDF. Stylish, distinctive, classy. And cheap.

I guess the question for the gasholes on their forum tonight must be: what would Barcelona do now?

Anyone help with this?

Need to get this right. How about, Sad + funny + thick + bitter + silly-kit + sh1te = Rovers? Am I getting somewhere, here?

Or maybe, Sad + funny + thick = Rovers. That about right?

What was I thinking of?! Sad + funny = Rovers.

Sad + funny = ? Bittersweet? Tragicomic?

I have two things to add to the debate here, if I may. Firstly, * the people need to rise up off their dopey, west country arsebacksides and "PROTEST." "MOBILISE." "ACTIVATE." It is about time that you all "STOP WATCHING TV/ & PEOPLE SHAGGING ONLINE/ PLAYING VIDEO GAMES/ DOZING UNDER HEDGES/ COMPLAINING/ AND DOING ZILCH." And all the other things today designed to keep you docile, compliant, and KNOWING YOUR PLACE. Now, all this rebel-rousing might come as a surprise to everyone from a reactionary, Tory old codger like myself. But this is football, and we need to stir things up a bit. Politics comes second when the footy is going Bristol sh1t-shaped. And secondly, *we need to do our bit to scupper the Rovers and all their stadium efforts as best we can. It is our duty to delay and disrupt. So, with this in mind, here's what we do: OCCUPY THE MEM. It has come to my attention that Sainsbury's plans to build a store in Portishead have been delayed by the discovery of NEWTS. So, we've got two options: 1. Someone with NEWTS, or access to NEWTS, sneaks down the Mem, probably between Christmas and next spring, and plants Mr. & Mrs. Newt, dims the lights, uncorks a bottle of Tesco's Finest range plonk, and hope to god Newts are more likely to "score-in-a-brothel" than pandas. Or our Sam Baldock. Failing this, option 2. We find some freezing, smelly old dossers down town, ship them up the Mem, ply them with crates of Tesco's value range lager, and tell them to get on with it (getting pissed, not shagging. We don't want shagging dossers up the Mem. They've got plenty of them over there as it is). Either way, we need NEWTS, pissed or pregnant, to OCCUPY the Mem. So, People: make it happen. *Finally, a word of warning about PROTEST: this morning's Independent newspaper carried a frontpage story about councils being given powers to ban "peaceful protests" that might "disturb" local residents. So, people: if you're going to MOBILISE and PROTEST and "disturb" locals, make sure it's a VIOLENT protest, okay? Because a PEACEFUL one is going to be banned. And when you're done with all this: vote Tory. And go back to sleep. Up the City.

You're bang on, "BigTon," it's all due to die down again, after me monster-marathon-Radio Bris-liss all day on Friday, for chastity. Then I'm going to leave it, yes

I believe the floodlights are more than adequate for League One. Shall we move on from "floodlights" and thinly veiled references to "irregularities" and other related "shenanigans." I've made a note of your name, "Tansley." Consider yourself on a "yellow card."

What are you trying to say, young man?

And, "we may have to sell Killa" SOD. As in, "persuade someone of the merits of" (Killa), as my dictionary describes "sell." Or he'll be just sitting around not playing til next August. He won't want to be doing that, will he?

There might come a day when "we may have to sell SOD." Or, at least insist on compensation, as one of the Championship big boys, looking to turn their fortunes around, looks around for a respected head coach. Someone like Bournemouth. Or Yeovil.

Anyone who "thinks," is deluded. But not me (or my mother-in-law)

Anyone who thinks they're not deluded, is deluded. Thank you

To comply with the stated aims of one of the five pillars. The one that's not, currently, "crumbling." Well, you did ask, "?" (?)

The head coach will be delighted to see how well his attempts to change our "mindset" are doing. Well done, don't let go of those expectations without a fight. I predict somebody's going to take a hiding very soon - unfortunately, after the last couple of home performances, it might not be Crawley. It might well be us. However, how about, finally, a clean sheet tonight, so: 0 - 0. Or we get gubbed (just to maintain the correct "mindset")

And to young 'Natch head,' I say: make sure you know your PED from your PAED, and your "iatricians" from your "ophiles" We don't want any repeat of the thicko Pompey vigilanties duffing up doctors, or Mr. Warnock getting a shoeing for being a foot-feeler, do we now?

I'd like to make a suggestion here, but forgive me if this has already been suggested - I haven't read through every post! To all you naughty, excitable young fellows who have been told off by Jon and Co, and sent to your rooms for life (dear me, Draconian; and not good for income, Jon-boy, poor business acumen, imo) after all the fisti-cuffs v. The Rovers, who are now complaining that you can no longer 'join the party,' I say this to you: watch the bloody news and show some initiative, you twonks. Our brave boys in blue, PCs Plod, have a job keeping up with tricksy, evil terrorists types (don't they watch 'Spooks' on the Beeb?) who now dress up as ladies, sneakily slipping into burkers, to give the old bill the slip. The thick blue line can't even see that one coming. So, kiddies, get up that shop up Southmead, get yourselves dolled-up, little bit of make-up, perhaps, some heels, maybe, and get down the Gate. The plod will never suspect a thing. Or, better still, get yourselves a berka, and get back down to Mecca, tomorrow night. The club needs you, and your dosh. If you love the club, you won't mind dressing up like a bird, or a berk. Just don't go fighting and stuff, okay? And to everyone else: if you see any of the 'kiddies' looking a bit suspect, a bit 'hey-ho,' or maybe one with just his eyes you can see - don't laugh or snigger; just give them a wink, and tell them to keep of the pitch. Fill the Gate!