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And you reply in the same old way. What does it matter?

Is there an even more insipid sad-eyed shoe-gazing coach bloke in L1 or 2, though? Don't bear thinking about who they'll bring in next

Ever think of starting one yerself?

The old "be careful what you wish for" trotted out on here might've been usefully directed at Jon and Steve, and Brian, whilst they were looking to get rid of Nige

They don't have a great deal of relevant experience to draw upon, any "we've been here before," apart from the time it went tits up at Milton Nomads

Dropping in Iago from Othello Thursday to this ^ ^ today, you can talk to everyone on here, quality ....

Bring that white flag of your's to the Leicester game, I'll help you wave it

I used to wash me Levis at the laundrette back then, sit there in me boxers, get arrested for that caper today ....

Potty mouthed .....

Your error there is to look for the logic where more likely Cityboy1954 was driven by emotion. Which is why Liam is so anti- or terrified of - emotion (like most blokes)

And you were throwing a little flat-warming dinner party, remember, and knocked on the door of that dishy neighbour to ask for some coffee?

Works about same hours Nige was putting in, come the end ....

I suspect that as a country we could (mostly all) work a little harder than we currently do. Be a tad more productive. I mean, just take this place, Monday to Friday 9 - 5, for starters ....

We had Iago referenced this morning (or is that Aladin?)

Just read that tickets to see Liam GallaghernotManning and John Squires scraping the barrell are £65 so a season ticket of £400 not so bad (gets one out of the house once a fortnight) ...

I would try Brian, match day announcer-idiot, and Downsy as .... as, er, Director of Football. Worth a try

Not if we're still ponderously passing the ball sideways across the halfway line, no

And yet people (birds) say blokes cannot multi-task ...

Privet and privy are interchangeable as far as I'm concerned so help yerself and fire away; the neatly clipped privet hedge is not for me.

As far as atmosphere goes, we're always going to be struggling with it, because: - in the Championship and were we to reach the Prem up there too, we will not have the best players and the stronger team, and so we will not dominate teams and attack in the way, for example, Leeds will do, or Liverpool/Arsenal in PL, and pepper the opposition goal (and it is "peppering" the opposition's goal more than anything that leads to atmosphere*) - in L1 and 2 we will have the better players and stronger team and be able to "pepper" the opposition goal but none of us will give a **** because it's only Walsall/Gillingham/Peterborough and peppering their bleedin goal, well, we should be shouldn't we? Yawn. So, as far as "atmosphere" goes, we're buggered. Plus, we're apathetic West Country sorts who just can't be arsed. And we're also somewhat jaded now and have no belief that anything truly exciting is happening here. Certainly not the "peppering" of the Leicester goal on Good Friday. *Unless it's Walsall/Gillingham/Peterborough's goal.

The loss of Britain's hedgerows is not a laughing matter, Rob. I for one applaud Stevie Lansdown for ordering one to be planted across the pitch up the Failand HPC

Liking the hedge, although I would go for a native mix of blackthorn, hawthorn and yew. This country needs its hedgerows back.

adjective changing frequently, especially as regards one's loyalties or affections My loyalties and affections remain t'ward Bristol City, although yesterday most of my affection was showered on mummy, like half of us "mummy's boys" Bristol City fans (and unlike those motherless Scallies and Mancs, I note; plus all them Taffies at the egg chasing: no empty seats there)

You daren't, just doesn't bear thinking about ....

You got the one where he does Everton fans in shell suits? Same sort of thing really