Stark

West Wing is brilliant. I have watched the "Celestial Navigation" episode countless times. It's a classic.

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Had a season ticket since 1985, and don't want to give it up, because if these 2 idiots do get out, things may improve. But the whole footy thing is depressing me at the moment. I've said it before, but I can't stand most people who watch the game nowadays, whoever they support. I'm thinking of asking my neighbour if he wants my ticket for a year, so I can then see how I would cope without it.

Mine is MECA. How ace is that. So it's either Bingo time or you could all turn to me and bow.

I totally agree with you, but the problem is, if this thread is to be believed, and I see no reason why we shouldn't believe it, we're not going to get a 75,000 stadium anyway, so why move. I'm clutching at straws here, I know.

As I recall, when the feasibilities studies or whatever were undertaken to look at moving vs staying, and the costs of new vs development of Anfield, one of the main contributory costs to staying was loss of income from decreased attendances whilst new stands were being built etc. But at that time, we were talking of a new ground for £100m or less, which made it more cost effective. Surely now with the ridiculously high new stadium costs, this argument doesn't apply any more. I know ticket prices have increased, but not at the rates that the cost of the new stadium seems to have. I see no reason why we can't develop Anfield. Based on LFC's original costings, it would surely be the most cost effective proposal now.

Last night I was in an aisle seat in the Lower Centenary and spent the first 3 or 4 minutes geting up to let the latecomers past, then 5 minutes before half time, those that want to get an early cuppa started to want to get past. And of course the first few minutes of the second half were just as bad as the first. It amazes me that these types of people never seem to get criticised, but if you leave early you do.

I'm not saying your mother's fat, but she's the only woman I know..... Thank you Les Dawson.

"Do the math" No it's Maths. The word is Mathematics, so it's MATHS. And I don't care if someone has some poncy arsed reason that shows they may be correct. It's MATHS, so shut it. And relax.

They're just the same as all other teams fans. Look at Villa the other day. 2 minutes of injury time to go, 1 goal down and all they can sing is "Sign on Sign on". At what point did slagging off the opposition team and fans become more important than supporting your own team ? I just don't get it. Fans come to Anfield and sing "Sign on etc", then "In your Liverpool slums", followed by "Shall we sing a song for you", they'll follow that up with a couple of ditties about their main rivals, and top it all off with "Your support is Fucking Shit", and don't get the irony of this song as none of the noise they've made so far is actually supporting their own team. I know banter is one thing and a good laugh, but nowadays it's beyond that, and most teams fans are just total Wankers who haven't got a fucking clue. And I know I sound like a sad grumpy old twat, well I am so there!

A man boarded an aircraft at Heathrow and took his seat. As he settled in, he noticed a very beautiful woman boarding the plane. He realised she was heading straight towards his seat and bingo! She took the seat right beside him. Eager to strike up a conversation, he blurted out, "business trip or vacation?" She turned, smiled enchantingly and said "Business. I'm going to the Annual nymphomaniac convention in the United States". He swallowed, here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting for nymphomaniacs! Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked, "What's your Business Role at this convention?" "Lecturer," she responded. "I use my experience to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality." "Really", he smiled, "what myths are those?" "Well," she explained," one popular myth is that African men are the most well endowed when, in fact, it's the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is that French men are the best lovers, when actually it is the men of Greek descent. We have also found that the best potential lovers in all categories are the Irish,"Suddenly the woman became uncomfortable and blushed. "I'm sorry," she said, "I really shouldn't be discussing this with you, I don't even know your name."..... . . . . . . . . . . . "Tonto," the man said, "Tonto Papadopoulos , but my friends call me Paddy."

Bananas. Disgusting things. The Mrs has banana butties sometimes and particularly likes them when they are just going off, all soft and brown and sugary, and if I have to slice the horrible slimy crappy excuse for a fruit, I struggle not to puke. Mushrooms. Fungus for Gods sake. Why eat them? When cooked, the only thing that matches the total shitiness of the taste, is the fucking awful texture of them. Nearly as slimy as the crappy banana.

Saw a train today and as usual called it a choo choo. And bedtime is stil Bo-Bees.

Muse last November in the MEN. First time I'd seen them (not a big gig go-er). Totally superb. Seeing them again at Wembley stadium in June.

Steward : Frank. It's ok. The cameras have been switched off. You can breathe out now.