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Hull KR v Brisbane Bronco's just about to K.O On BBC 3 Think this will be a classic

I like Bristol. They should build another one. Then we would have a pair of Bristols.

Definitely Les McKeown on the left

Nomads linked with Michael Phelps & Mark Spitz.

Anstey Nomads A club that is run well, doesn't undertake projects that could leave them financially worse off, a local club that caters for local fans & has adequate attendances to keep the club on a firm footing & a decent footballing set up for all ages. With several non league clubs going over budget & ending up in administration be wary of expansion at the expense of the life & soul of the club.

Another long established non league club looks like it is going to the wall. Harlow Town who's greatest moment came when dumping Leicester City out of the FA Cup on a freezing night in 1980 has entered administration. Let's hope they can be saved.

My double bill also includes Coventry, twice. Watching the main game on TV because I'm not parting with £45 to watch a second tier game. Then off to Anstey Nomads v Coventry Sphinx which will be considerably cheaper & quite probably more enjoyable.

Sad news on the passing of ex City winger Howard 'puffer' Riley age 87 Wigston lad who played for Leicester for over a decade & was loved by all City fans. Played cricket for Wigston Town after retirement & was active in helping his local community. R.I.P. Howard Riley

French lessons?!!

I realise this is probably a psychological imbalance but whenever I go into a pub when the weather is freezing, like it has been this past few days, I really enjoy a Guinness far more than when the weather is warm even though the drink is at about the same temperature as a lager or a cider which is more enjoyable when it's warmer.

Bad luck with the postponement though plenty of other games on in Scotlands central belt. Did you manage to get to another fixture?

Shilton Whitworth May Cross Nish King KDH Barnes Joachim Lineker Heskey

Well, I doubt I'll be popular but I thought the atmosphere was better in the second half. More spontaneity to the singing, the drum wasnt missed at all. While I share the sentiments of many regarding the set up within the club, calling anyone the C word shows lack of imagination & intelligence. Why do a walk out after a bit of handbags, doesn't really achieve much at all.

Just read his latest book The Changing Game & the game has definitely not passed him by as his interim spell at Celtic confirms. His finger is firmly on the pulse of modern management. Along with Claudio, the best man manager we have ever had. Offer him a contract until the end if the season, a few quid to strengthen in January & watch us improve dramatically. Sadly I doubt the club would ever consider such an offer to him.

You mean the hour where 3 or 4 handpicked passive fans manage to get on air with pathetic excuses for the club?

Sad news indeed. Another established community football club gone. I've loosly followed the terriers decline from afar for a while now & always assumed something would be done to save the club. I believe local councils are under extreme pressure to grab any land available to ensure the housing target is achieved & while new homes are needed it's shit that this has to be at the expense of any sporting/recreational club.

When I started going regularly 1973-74 season it was 20p for juniors in the pop & 25p in the kop. Still had money over for a programme & a doughnut from my 50p pocket money.

Everton Carr share

Agree it will probably go to the wire but Trump was very ungracious in defeat when Selby last beat him.

My favourite public-house, the Moon Under Water, is only two minutes from a bus stop, but it is on a side-street, and drunks and rowdies never seem to find their way there, even on Saturday nights. Its clientele, though fairly large, consists mostly of ‘regulars’ who occupy the same chair every evening and go there for conversation as much as for the beer. If you are asked why you favour a particular public-house, it would seem natural to put the beer first, but the thing that most appeals to me about the Moon Under Water is what people call its ‘atmosphere’. To begin with, its whole architecture and fittings are uncompromisingly Victorian. It has no glass-topped tables or other modern miseries, and, on the other hand, no sham roof-beams, ingle-nooks or plastic panels masquerading as oak. The grained woodwork, the ornamental mirrors behind the bar, the cast-iron fireplaces, the florid ceiling stained dark yellow by tobacco-smoke, the stuffed bull’s head over the mantelpiece — everything has the solid, comfortable ugliness of the nineteenth century. In winter there is generally a good fire burning in at least two of the bars, and the Victorian lay-out of the place gives one plenty of elbow-room. There are a public bar, a saloon bar, a ladies’ bar, a bottle-and-jug for those who are too bashful to buy their supper beer publicly, and, upstairs, a dining-room. Games are only played in the public, so that in the other bars you can walk about without constantly ducking to avoid flying darts. In the Moon Under Water it is always quiet enough to talk. The house possesses neither a radio nor a piano, and even on Christmas Eve and such occasions the singing that happens is of a decorous kind. The barmaids know most of their customers by name, and take a personal interest in everyone. They are all middle-aged women—two of them have their hair dyed in quite surprising shades—and they call everyone ‘dear,’ irrespective of age or sex. (‘Dear,’ not ‘Ducky’: pubs where the barmaid calls you ‘ducky’ always have a disagreeable raffish atmosphere.) Unlike most pubs, the Moon Under Water sells tobacco as well as cigarettes, and it also sells aspirins and stamps, and is obliging about letting you use the telephone. You cannot get dinner at the Moon Under Water, but there is always the snack counter where you can get liver-sausage sandwiches, mussels (a speciality of the house), cheese, pickles and those large biscuits with caraway seeds in them which only seem to exist in public-houses. Upstairs, six days a week, you can get a good, solid lunch—for example, a cut off the joint, two vegetables and boiled jam roll—for about three shillings. The special pleasure of this lunch is that you can have draught stout with it. I doubt whether as many as 10 per cent of London pubs serve draught stout, but the Moon Under Water is one of them. It is a soft, creamy sort of stout, and it goes better in a pewter pot. They are particular about their drinking vessels at the Moon Under Water, and never, for example, make the mistake of serving a pint of beer in a handleless glass. Apart from glass and pewter mugs, they have some of those pleasant strawberry-pink china ones which are now seldom seen in London. China mugs went out about 30 years ago, because most people like their drink to be transparent, but in my opinion beer tastes better out of china. The great surprise of the Moon Under Water is its garden. You go through a narrow passage leading out of the saloon, and find yourself in a fairly large garden with plane trees, under which there are little green tables with iron chairs round them. Up at one end of the garden there are swings and a chute for the children. On summer evenings there are family parties, and you sit under the plane trees having beer or draught cider to the tune of delighted squeals from children going down the chute. The prams with the younger children are parked near the gate. Many as are the virtues of the Moon Under Water, I think that the garden is its best feature, because it allows whole families to go there instead of Mum having to stay at home and mind the baby while Dad goes out alone. And though, strictly speaking, they are only allowed in the garden, the children tend to seep into the pub and even to fetch drinks for their parents. This, I believe, is against the law, but it is a law that deserves to be broken, for it is the puritanical nonsense of excluding children—and therefore, to some extent, women—from pubs that has turned these places into mere boozing-shops instead of the family gathering-places that they ought to be. The Moon Under Water is my ideal of what a pub should be—at any rate, in the London area. (The qualities one expects of a country pub are slightly different.) But now is the time to reveal something which the discerning and disillusioned reader will probably have guessed already. There is no such place as the Moon Under Water. That is to say, there may well be a pub of that name, but I don’t know of it, nor do I know any pub with just that combination of qualities. I know pubs where the beer is good but you can’t get meals, others where you can get meals but which are noisy and crowded, and others which are quiet but where the beer is generally sour. As for gardens, offhand I can only think of three London pubs that possess them. But, to be fair, I do know of a few pubs that almost come up to the Moon Under Water. I have mentioned above ten qualities that the perfect pub should have and I know one pub that has eight of them. Even there, however, there is no draught stout, and no china mugs. And if anyone knows of a pub that has draught stout, open fires, cheap meals, a garden, motherly barmaids and no radio, I should be glad to hear of it, even though its name were something as prosaic as the Red Lion or the Railway Arms. Orwell 1946

Went Monday & last night. Trump won without much effort on Monday & great match last night Zhao Xington beat Kyren Wilson on the final black in 6-5 thriller. Very laid back atmosphere & seems very well organised. Bought tickets in the cheaper seats but on arrival we were told to just sit anywhere. Not going tonight but plenty of tickets left on sale.

The original & best British girl band The Beverley sisters One married an England captain decades before posh & becks.

Once arguably the best chippie in Leicester. Grimsby fisheries has been declining for years. Quality food cooked properly was the mantra several years ago but it's like the owners didn't give a fvck recently. They had a separate area where you could tuck into Fish n chips on a real plate using real metal cutlery but that hasn't been the case for several years.

Walking the dog Going to the pub & talking with real people Reading books Helping my wife in the house One of the above is a fib

Swerved Millwall yesterday to go to Bolton v Cardiff 12,30 & Chorley v Merthyr 3.00 An unremarkable 1-0 win for Bolton followed by a 6 mile drive up the road to Chorley. Was prepared to be disappointed by missing some of the first half when arriving at Chorley late at 3.20 because of traffic but the game kicked off as we got into their old school ramshackle lovely ground ironically called Victory park. Reason, Merthyr had travelled without their kit & had to play thr first half in Chorleys away strip! Brilliant! Only in non league, I love it. 2-0 away win to Merthyr.