Rudolf Hucker

Family? Pah - the incidents over the past year (racism, violence, violence against animals, for exampe) ranks the 15'ers family along with the Phelps family and the Manson family.

...  whilst their appearance rivals the Addams Family

I wonder if Herr Ferguson will be there...

I would rather pour bleach down the eye of my knob

Just got in. Been listening to the commentary in the car. What is Hoskins on? He's meant to be painting a picture for us - acting as our eyes and ears. I quote: "Agard on the left touchline, passes inside to Freeman who spins very well and knocks it back to Joe Bryan who runs into a brick wall [long pause; no continuation]."

Either:

a) WTF is Hoskins talking about? He's talking bollocks. OR

b) WTF is Bryan doing and why is he running off of the pitch? OR

c) how has Orient got permission to build a brick wall on the pitch?

Reading some of the comments on this thread --- I am bitterly disappointed some of you are so ******g jealous of what Rovers have achieved. I am one of the few that attend both grounds and in my honest opinion Rovers have had to put up with more shit than City over the 50+ years I have been watching. For gods sake it can only be for the good of Bristol they have won this battle and now hopefully Lansdown will get his act together and do likewise.

 

And for those fans that think having the Rugby sharing their facilities is a good thing well I can tell you it ain't.

Why? I often hear this argument put forward but I can't think for the life of me why it will be for the good of Bristol. Explain.

What has been taken to the FA Cup final every year and never used....

The loser's ribbons! Bugger - beat me to it Glyn!

Which two league teams - one from England and one from Scotland - don't include the letters a, b, c, d or e in their names?

Portsmouth, Livingston

Joe Baker was the first footballer to play for England despite never having previously played in any of the English leagues - born in Liverpool of Scottish parents, moved to Scotland and played for Hibs.  Whilst there, he was selected to play for England v N. Ireland in 1959 and in doing so also became the first player to be picked for England whilst playing for a club outside of the English league system.

Incidentally, one other player has been picked to play for England despite never having previously played in any of the English Leagues. His name ...

Owen Hargreaves

How did he manage to get hold of Adidas training kit?

He'd split the fanbase at a time we least need it further divided. So it's a NO from me.

I think it will be demolished early next year, but not necessarily for the reason you state.

I think the earlier they crack on with it, the more time they will have the following summer(2015) to start phase 2 - moving the pitch and modifying the dolman.

These structures can be erected surprisingly fast - I seem to remember that wolves had completed demolition before the summer was out, and even had fans populating the new lower tier before november on their impressive new stan culis stand.

Just one other thing. Was wondering about the flats behind the dolman. They have been there for over 50 years; I doubt whether their life span has much left...10-15 years at best. Imagine the space if they were demolished. They'd prob have to locate the bowling green, but still...

Maybe we've been looking at it the wrong way with regards to the industrial units to the west.

Remove the flats, and re locate the mini ind est north of them to the car park behind the east end, and...voila! Rotate and build. Sorted.

Not so fast. I'm sure that I used to go skating and walk the dog on that bowling green. Besides which "Nelson Mandela House" is likely to be designated a world heritage centre for the role that it played in the history of British light entertainment. It'll shortly be a Grade 2 listed building for sure. We couldn't possibly build upon it.

It's going to be even more difficult for them without the revenue from the rugby club when they move to AG.

In the days when revenue earned determines how much can be spent on your football team, this must be for them a serious problem?

I've signed the petition. I too remember 1982 all to vividly.

The punishment inflicted upon Luton is way too harsh and serves only to hit the supporters who are blameless.

I hope that this petiton helps to get the decision overturned however, in my heart, I feel that the dye has already been cast by the Football League.

Q. What do you have if you've a green ball in each hand?

A. Total control over Kermit the Frog.

A shepherd was herding his flock in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him. The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL tie, leans out the window and asks the shepherd, "If I tell you exactly how many sheep you have in your flock, will you give me one?"

The shepherd looks at the man, then looks at his peacefully grazing flock and calmly answers, "Sure. Why not?"

The guy parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it to his AT&T cell phone, surfs to a NASA page on the

Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.

The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg. Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has been processed and the data stored.

He then accesses a MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with hundreds of complex formulas. He uploads all of this data via an email on his Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response.

Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and finally turns to the shepherd and says, "You have exactly 1586 sheep."

"That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my sheep" says the shepherd. He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.

Then the shepherd says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my sheep?"

The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, "Okay, why not?"

"You're a business consultant." says the shepherd.

"Wow! That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?"

"No guessing required." answered the shepherd. "You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew; to a question I never asked; and you don't know crap about my business."

"...Now give me back my dog."

53,000 Geordies meet in St James Park for a "Geordies Are Not Stupid" convention.

Alan Shearer addresses the crowd "We are all here today to prove to the world that Geordies are not stupid. Can I have a volunteer please",

Gazza gingerly works his way through the crowd and steps up to the stage.

Shearer asks him "What is 15 plus 15?" After 15 or 20 seconds Gazza says, "Eighteen!"

Obviously everyone is a little disappointed. Then the Geordies start chanting "Give him another chance! Give him another chance!"

Shearer says "Well since we have a capacity crowd, world-wide press and global broadcast media here, I think we can give him another chance.

So he asks "What is 5 plus 5?" After nearly 30 seconds he eventually says, " Ninety?"

Shearer looks down and just lets out a dejected sigh. Everyone is disheartened and Gazza starts crying.

But then the 53,000 Geordies begin to yell and wave their hands shouting "GIVE HIM ANOTHER CHANCE! GIVE HIM ANOTHER CHANCE!"

Shearer, unsure whether he is now doing more harm than good eventually says, "What is 2 plus 2?"

Silence hangs over the stadium. Gazza closes his eyes, and after a whole minute eventually says, "Four?"

Pandemonium breaks out throughout the stadium as the Geordie crowd stand to a man, wave their arms, stomp their feet and scream..... "GIVE HIM ANOTHER CHANCE! GIVE HIM ANOTHER CHANCE!"

One day, leaning on the bar, Jack says to Mike "My elbow hurts like hell. I suppose I'd better see a Doctor!"

" Listen, don't waste your time down at the surgery," Mike replies. "There's a new diagnostic computer at Tesco Pharmacy."

" Just give it a urine sample and the computer will tell you what's wrong, and what to do about it. It takes ten seconds and only costs five quid.....a lot quicker and better than a doctor and you get Club Card points."

So Jack collects a urine sample in a small jar and takes it to Tesco.

He deposits five pounds and the computer lights up and asks for the urine sample.

He pours the sample into the slot and waits.

Ten seconds later, the computer ejects a printout:

"You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water and avoid heavy activity. It will improve in two weeks."

That evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was, Jack began wondering if the computer could be fooled.

He mixed some tap water, a stool sample from his dog, urine samples from his wife and daughter and the cat, and masturbated into the mixture for good measure.

Jack hurried back to Tesco, eager to check what would happen.

He deposits five pounds, pours in his concoction, and awaits the results.

The computer printed the following:

1) Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener.

2) Your cat's having kittens. Get a vet

3) Your dog has ringworm. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo.

4) Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab.

5) Your wife is pregnant. Twins. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer.

6) And if you don't stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never get better

Thank you for shopping at Tesco......... Every little helps.

An elderly Irishman lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of

impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite cheese

scones wafting up the stairs.

He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.

Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and

with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands, he

crawled downstairs. With laboured breath, he leaned against the door

frame, gazing into the kitchen.

Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in

heaven, for here, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were

dozens of his favourite cheese scones. Was it heaven? Or was it one

final act of heroic love from his devoted Irish wife of sixty years,

seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?

Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table,

landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted, he

could almost taste the cheese scone before it was in his mouth,

seemingly bringing him back to life.

The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to the nearest scone at

the edge of the table, when his hand was suddenly smacked with a spatula

by his wife .............

"###### off... " she said, "they're for the funeral!!"

A mother was working in the kitchen, listening to her son playing with his new electric train in the living room.

She heard the train stop & her son saying, "All of you b*st*rds who want off, get the hell off now, 'cause this is the last stop! And all of you b*st*rds who are getting on, get your arses in the train, cause we're going down the tracks".

The horrified mother went in & told her son, "We don't use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room & stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language".

Two hours later, the son came out of the bedroom & resumed playing with his train.

Soon the train stopped & the mother heard her son say, "All the passengers, who are disembarking the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for travelling with us today & hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope to see you again very soon"

She hears the little boy continue, "For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all your hand luggage either in the overhead compartments or under your seat. Remember that there is no smoking on the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today".

As the mother began to smile, the child added, "For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the fat bitch in the kitchen.

A man and a woman were sitting beside each other in the first class section

of an airplane. The woman sneezed, took out a tissue, gently wiped her

nose, then visibly shuddered for ten to fifteen seconds. Thinking nothing

of it, the man went back to his reading. A few minutes later, the woman

sneezed again, took a tissue, wiped her nose, then shuddered violently once

more. Assuming that the woman might have a cold, the man was still curious

about the shuddering. A few more minutes passed when the woman sneezed yet

again. As before, she took a tissue, wiped her nose, her body shaking even

more than before.

Unable to restrain his curiosity, the man turned to the woman and said, "I

couldn't help but notice that you've sneezed three times, wiped your nose

and then shuddered violently. Are you okay?"

"I am sorry if I disturbed you. I have a very rare medical condition;

whenever I sneeze I have an orgasm."

The man, more than a bit embarrassed, was still curious. "I have never

heard of that condition before," he said. "Are you taking anything for

it?"

The woman nodded. "Snuff."

An elderly gentleman went to the local chemist and asked the pharmacist for the little blue "Viagra" pill.

The pharmacist asked "How many?"

The man replied, "Just a few, maybe a half dozen. I cut each one into four pieces".

The pharmacist said, "That's too small a dose. That won't get you through intimacy".

The old fellow said, "Oh, I'm past eighty years old and I don't even think about intimacy much anymore. I just want it to stick out far enough so I don't pee on my new golf shoes."

Paul wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party.

Paul is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn't taste like alcohol at all.

He didn't even remember how he got home from the party.

As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.

Paul had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose!

Paul sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed.

He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house.

He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror.

Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick:

"Darling, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go get groceries to make you your favourite dinner tonight.

I love you, sweetheart!

Love,

Jillian"

He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating.

Paul asks, "Son... what happened last night?"

"Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you

puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door."

Confused he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order, so clean, I have a rose, and breakfast is on the

table waiting for me?"

His son replies, "Oh THAT!... Mum dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your trousers off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, lady, I'm married!"

Broken Coffee Table: £79.99

Hot Breakfast: £4.20

Two Aspirins: £0.38

Saying the right thing at the right time - "Priceless"

Two Scots, Archie and Jock, are sitting in the pub discussing Jock ' s forthcoming wedding.

"Ach, it ' s all going grand," says Jock. "I ' ve got everything organised already: the flowers, the church, the cars, the reception, the rings, the minister, even ma stag night...

Archie nods approvingly.

"Havens, I ' ve even bought a kilt to be married in!" continues Jock.

"A kilt?" exclaims Archie, "that ' s braw, you ' ll look pure smart in that!

"And what ' s the tartan?" Archie then enquires.

"Och," says Jock, "I ' d imagine she ' ll be in white..."

An Irishman goes to the Doctor with botty problems....

"Dactor, it's me ahrse. I'd loik ya ta teyhk a look, if ya woot". So the doctor gets him to drop his pants and takes a look. "Incredible" he says, "there is a £20 note lodged up here." Tentatively he eases the twenty out of the man's bottom, and then a £10 note appears.

"This is amazing!" exclaims the Doctor. "What do you want me to do?" "Well fur gadness sake teyhk it out, man!" shrieks the patient. The doctor pulls out the tenner and another twenty appears, and another and another and another, etc.... Finally the last note comes out and no more appear.

"Ah Dactor, tank ya koindly, that"s moch batter, how moch is dare den?" The Doctor counts the pile of cash. "£1,990 exactly."

"Ah, that'd be roit. I knew I wasn't feeling two grand."

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose woman."

The priest asks, "Is that you, little Tommy Shaughnessy ?"

"Yes, Father, it is."

"And, who was the woman you were with?"

"I can't be tellin' you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation."

"Well, Tommy , I'm sure to find out sooner or later, so you may as we tell

me now. Was it Brenda O'Malley ?"

"I cannot say."

"Was it Patricia Kelly ?"

"I'll never tell."

"Was it Liz Shannon ?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't name her."

"Was it Cathy Morgan ?"

"My lips are sealed."

"Was it JOANNE CASSIDY, then?"

"Please, Father, I cannot tell you."

The priest sighs in frustration. "You're a steadfast lad, Tommy

Shaughnessy, and I admire that. But you've sinned, and you must atone. You

cannot attend church mass for three months. Be off with you now."

Tommy walks back to his pew. His friend Sean slides over and whispers,

"What'd you get?"

"Three month's vacation and five good leads."