SpacedX

I paid two in to my bank yesterday.

Bank's Bitter. ...Oh, hang on

I can't see this happening until the end of the decade. Space X have so much yet to do developing and testing the HLS. It really does impress upon you how incredible the Apollo Programme in terms of the pace of development to fulfil Kennedy's objective of landing a man on the moon by the end of the 1960s. Saying that, there was a practically limitless budget thrown at it.

Three really, if you count the one that was offside.

I will. They have these everywhere in London and it means that on a 1200cc motorcycle I am frequently overtaken and undertaken by these ridiculous e-scooters which should not legally be on public roads and which are almost completely ignored by law enforcement. Other than that, I'm all for 20mph limits in urban areas where warranted.

Please tell me it doesn't sound like this...

Perhaps they were busy physically restraining the twat responsible for the shite goal music last season?

I leave a minute early to avoid that very shit, shit music that chimes in at the final whistle and humiliated us last season on the few occasions that we actually found the back of the ****ing net. The person responsible should be publicly pilloried outside the ground on match day and made to complete some season long Sisyphean punishment and futile soul destroying task such as cleaning the toilets by L1 and moderating matchday threads for 20 hours a day with that stupid refrain on repeat. It should be piped into his head during his every waking hour. Complete embarrassment.

I can empathise completely with this. I have never felt a bond with either of my adoptive parents. My Father was an academic, aloof and emotionally cold and had very little time for us. He was unquestionably an undiagnosed autistic. My Mother is a bitter and twisted person and a bundle of neurosis. They are both 90 and during Covid my Dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. The cruel thing about Alzheimer's is not simply that it robs your memories, but your very identity, the person you were. Strangely, it has transformed him a very gentle, warm and appreciative person. All the cold harshness and regimentation is gone. Ironic that the very thing that defined him and his career, his brain, is now deserting him, which is very hard to witness. My biological Mother is Welsh and her husband has vascular dementia which is equally as cruel. My real Dad is an Irish rogue - as much as he irks me, I really should track him down again. Life is so short. I fully understand your sense of their imminent mortality and as you say, the demise is hard to process. Upshot is, I'm not a family oriented person. I am very close to and adore my daughter and son-in-law, whilst aside from them, from day to day the only real love I feel is for my partner...and our dog. That sounds quite tragic, but I really try to avoid emotional investment. It's harrowing enough supporting City. I wish you well over the Christmas period and for the New Year my friend.

Tmesis there. (Sounds like a dubious South American signing on the wing).

As I recollect, he hit it first time on the volley where perhaps he should have taken an extra touch to bring it down/control it.

That dubious honour goes to Jeff Schlupp vs Everton 16th August 2016. This was then recreated by Wilf on practically a weekly basis between January 2017 and May 2023. As a kid, if someone did this during a kick around or for the school team we'd call it a 'Kirby and West' because if anyone skied a shot at Filbert Street you'd hear it thud against the advertising hoarding on the double decker from inside the Kop. At the other end - 'the North Stand' it would end up in the street.