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Post by sean on Sept 15, 2008 11:51:03 GMT
Yeah, you've still got it alright. God knows this board loves its hideous evil entities, but you have to draw the line somewhere. I mean, bloomin' flip, some of us were trying to eat! *all the best with the move, Sean, and I hope thing go well with you* Cheers! Here's hoping.... Just don't mention food! |
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Post by carolinec on Sept 15, 2008 13:18:39 GMT
>>Erm. I'd like if everyone would shut up about Kim bloody Newman now for a while ...<< Sorry, that was my fault!  I might have guessed!  Well, madam. I hope you're proud of yourself! Not for the first time, you've let me down, you've let the board down, and - most of all - you've let yourself down! Oh no! I can feel another spanking from Dem coming on ...  |
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Post by Craig Herbertson on Sept 15, 2008 13:20:21 GMT
I believe you can get good money for that if you put it up on you tube...
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Post by dem on Sept 15, 2008 19:39:34 GMT
Oh no! I can feel another spanking from Dem coming on ... *Blimey! And it's only Monday! What a top week this is gonna be!  |
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Post by dem on Apr 9, 2013 7:49:28 GMT
So where were we ...
Mark Morris - The Shirt: Begins as though it means grievous horror business but ends on a note of upbeat fantasy. Three young thugs break into a pensioner's flat after dark and threaten him with knives. Spotting the framed Leeds United shirt on the wall, their leader, Vash, demands to know how an old C*** like him acquired the sacred relic? Arthur Potts explains that it's his, he played for the club from 1946-1952, averaged around 20 goals a season and played in an FA cup semi-final. Will this somewhat embellished version of events be enough to save him?
Kim Newman - The Germans Won: Twenty years after West Germany triumphed over England in the 1966 World Cup Final at Wembley, Bobby Robson's side have a chance for revenge. Chirpy bus-driver John of the Enfield depot argues with his tosser of a supervisor that it's better England lose and retain their reputation for fair play than resort to the dirty, win-at-all-costs tactics of cheating foreigners. Meanwhile, the John Lydon Youth Orchestra strike up the National Anthem as the sides take the field. Prefer Newman's other football-related story, SQPR, over this alternative reality satire by some distance.
Christopher Fowler - Permanent Fixtures: "Paula tells me that this is why she now goes to football, to experience that incredible moment when the crowd becomes a huge powerful creature, when for a split second it feels as though anything in the world is possible."
Paula marries an Arsenal fan who finds them a house on the Avenal Road just along from the stadium (this is pre-Emirates, obviously). Paula, who has no interest in the game, gradually get used to the crowds passing by/ pissing in the front garden on Saturday afternoons and weekday evenings. She develops an empathy with the mostly good-natured supporters and, even when her husband leaves, has no inclination to sell up and move to a quieter neighbourhood. Eventually she takes up with another man, this one cabbie and Religious head-case prone to violent outburst. When he assaults her for a second time, Paula and her daughters hand-surf to safety while the Highbury faithful give him an almighty kicking.
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Well, madam. I hope you're proud of yourself! Not for the first time, you've let me down, you've let the board down, and - most of all - you've let yourself down! 
