Blue Moon

Is that how you gained your … ahem …. affliction …, @chrisb?

Thanks!

When you’re satirising, it’s a good idea to add 😉. Otherwise people might think you’re deluded, or a bit of an arse. I’m sure you’re neither.

Dunno. Left him in the dust. Wore them out yonks ago - Billy Whizz, me. Graduated to baseball boots, then trainers, now me gardening boots or carpet slippers.

With respect: bollocks

RE-2012/2021, there was a clear difference - we'd screwed up the Moscow final and wanted to finally get a CL cup in the cabinet. Hence the win was much more than cathartic - it was positively "Gary Neville orgasmic". My youngest lad, normally a shy and retiring soul, ran round the green in his underpants having won a bet that if we won he'd do so, and we danced round the living room shortly after when the penny dropped: Sp*rs were out of Europe for the following year. Icing and cakes. Contrast that with 2021, when Covid had cast a spell over us all. Simply not up there. Bit of a damp squib, to be honest. Sorry, we may have been lucky in 2012, and 2021 may have been technically a greater final, but to say that 2021 was more significant is simply missing the point. I've won prizes in my life, but nothing will ever compare with beating Mike Rice in the 220 yards sprint - not a formal competition, just me racing a swanky bugger with a wealthy father and new spikes when I was running in worn-out Woolworth's plimsoles. 24 seconds, close to the county record. It's not always the technical win that matters, it's what it means to the individual. And you can never take that away from me. So 2012 was more important, and more significant, and more of a triumph than 2021. And if you think otherwise, then please go tell the other members of your planet and leave me - us - to wallow in our self- deception.

Oh please ...

Excellent. And it looks like the Tube is running - no strikes - so won’t have to drive in and walk back to the car in the rain. KTBFFH

Wonder if that’s the full 42k, or an allocation. Looking forward to joining family for a rocking atmosphere this pm. Grabbing a burger at Frankie’s after, so wife, son and daughter will have to endure the Villa match on the TVs there….

Spotted dick without custard is like the Stones without Charlie Watts. Sticks in your throat.

I think @NoblyBobly offered a great one ….

Sorry - bad choice of words there (“walkabout”).

Where’ve you been, Michael? You went walkabout for a while there - we missed you

Might add a warning. Might not still be there, but there was a bar on Main Street - full of truckers and redneck types - shared the John with a tranny bar next door. Great sport was had by all not warning visitors. Needless to say, I was caught. Bastards.

No quite - one of us did call “give ‘er one for us” as we left the balcony. It was a bit gross …