Toxteth O'Grady

Happy Birthday Shep lad, have a good one.

Shit himself, took the least 'damaging' route out of it and gets all the pro-Royal news outlets to peddle the 'stress' angle.

My best bet of the week Sir Gerhard, but only if he goes in the Ballymore and not the Supreme Novices hurdle.

I watched the Irish Gold Cup at Leopardstown last weekend and Conflated won it at a canter, which I'm fairly pleased at because I had 2 quid e/w as a chance bet on our Gold Cup at 70/1 purely as it was a Gordon Elliott 3rd string. It's now 14 and 16/1.

Alex, wide open all round this year Comrade. I can't remember a festival where there were so few cast iron certainties for the big races. Normally you'd have an idea of 2 or 3 horses that could win the big prizes, not this year and the betting, apart from the Champion Hurdle would indicate this.

There's less than 5 weeks to go now, starts on Tuesday 15 March. Any whispers and tips you get, post them here. Any fancies you have from tracking a novice chaser or hurdler? Post them here. Any stonewall certs, like Honeysuckle in the Champion Hurdle, post them here.

Actually, yeah grand to catch up Comrade. Edited to save @Bjornebye the worry of his birds weekend in Suffolk

is fucking right. I went on a weeks rest and recuperation jaunt up to the Lakes a few years back with a mate who I hadn't seen for years but kept in touch with. I assumed he was just the same as ever, 10 pints, a bag of chips on the way home etc.. and we landed in some place by his choice that was called 'Cafe Italiana' or some such shite in Windermere on the second day and he says "I just can't drink instant coffee", so I'm like "Why are you a spastic or something that stops you putting the cup to your mouth?". The answer was far fucking worse.."No, I just can't drink it, there's just so much better coffee these days". Aye, OK...I remember when you were glad of anything that was alcoholic and also glad of anything that came in a cup that was cheap when we were skint, you blert. Now the cunt knows the price of a Gin and Tonic in about 84 different hotels from Cheltenham to St. Andrews.

Aye, you might want to have a word with @KMD7 about that mind. The main thing I really resent is the fuckers who count their drinks. You'll be in a bar these days and there's a shower of apprentice piss artists shouting how they've had "Oh yeah we drank a Cuba Libre and a Manhattan before we went out and then Giles (uproariously laughter) the 'Legend' had another two Manhattan's quickly before we left the Neon Ru Paul and then all of us (laughter) have had three drinks here....waaaaahey" When I was in my pomp and we were preparing for a night out, the 'Livener' was part of the fabric that held society together. This was before people had phones in their house as a matter of course, you'd agree that 6.30 for 7 was appropriate and proper for the occasion, a mate's address would be agreed and a everybody would bring a 'liverner' just to get into the spirit. Now, through hard learned experience everyone had to do their bit for the cause, dependent upon their class and status of tolerance and it was accepted that (adopts Frank Begbie voice) "No cunt leaves this house until their share is drank, I don't care how much Blue fucking Stratos you've dabbed behind your ears, what fucking T shirt you have on or how long you've taken to do your hair, no cunt leaves here until this lot is finished. No exceptions" I've been in worse states going out than some of these cunts come home in and the little fuckers act like they invented socialising. We've had mates asleep in the footwells of Taxis going out, but they did their duty, no boasting, no counting of drinks, no fucking cocktail bars, no shouting 'absolute legend' every time some cunt ordered a round and at the end of the night, it was a Special Forces mission to make sure everyone arrived at some destination or other safely to report for duty at a later date.

Daniela Bianchi

roll of honour - the green brigade - Bing video Liverpool and Celtic as one.

And while I'm on, fuck off the British Empire for all the shite you caused in Ireland. Bobby Sands, Francis Hughes, Raymond McCreesh, Patsy O'Hara, Joe McDonnell, Martin Hurson, Kevin Lynch, Kieran Doherty, Thomas McIlwee, Michael Devine. They fought for their rights as Irish soldiers. Read the Roll of Honour.

90 Miles from Dublin with lyrics - YouTube

"Drives a posh RED Aston Martin car lad" "Fuck, I was going to buy an Aston Martin to park outside me shithole in Prestatyn, fuck that, I'll never, ever buy an Aston Martin as long as I live. fuckin' Kopite cunt. I'm off to berst me Ma. Come to think now, she served me some RED Cabbage for me Sunday dinner back in 1983 when the Kopite's cheated their way to the title, fuckin' fuck, me head's bernt out lad. Aaaaaargh"

Hahahaha, the utterly small time, world revolves around them, mentally ill cunts. No lad, it's not Benitez, it's Nadal. "Fuck him the Spanish waiter cunt and I remember him wearing red shoes and shirt playing for Spain in that there Davis Cup lad, for fucking years lad. Fuckin' juiced up Kopite cunt". "used to like him lad, I'll never watch Tennis again now, fucking Kopite"

The Droid needs to be serviced. No oil, no play.

cunt wickets.

Nadal isn't the most naturally talented of them all, but he's the Joe Frazier of Tennis. Absolutely made of iron, there is no adversity that this fella hasn't overcome. Ultimate respect, 21 slams, fucks sake.

Just to think that in our lifetimes, and that includes all of us, especially @stringvest who watched Helen Wills-Moody live, we have been absolutely spoiled to have Nadal, Federer, Djokovic and also Murray who did his share, all in a generation. Absolutely amazing athletes who have taken Tennis and sport to a legendary peak. Utterly special. Beyond words what they have achieved.

What a final, fit to grace any Slam at any point in history. And what an athlete Nadal is, physically and mentality. He is just fucking brilliant.

One of the great comedy writers of the last 50+ years, RIP Barry.

Jennifer Connelly, 51.

is it.....

Madness - Baggy Trousers The Cure - Close to me The Specials - Ghost town