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To be fair, the new regime have set aside a dedicated space for people to register their opposition to them. It's in the Saudi embassy in Istanbul, I believe.

Feel Bloody Scared - Form's Basically Slumped. Fear Brendan's Struggling - (Flummoxed By Strategy...) Foxes Begin Sliding - Facing Basement Struggle - Finish Bottom Six? Fans Believe Still? Fearless? But Seriously, Future's Bloody Scary!

Phew! Had me worried for a minute. But then I realised I'm in my late 60s so maybe I'm released from the awful burden of guilt that your brilliantly argued point would have inevitably placed on my frail old shoulders. Relieved or what?

Used to watch Weymouth play fairly regularly when I lived down there in the 70s. It was a tight ground (the old Recreation Ground) with a pretty good atmosphere at times in the Gasworks End. Remember Mike Trebilcock playing for them and Alan Skirton. Could get quite tasty when they played local sides, like Poole Town, Yeovil or Dorchester, as you say. Though I think Dorchester were in a different league then. One of my mates, a lad called Archer, played for Dorchester by the way. Which didn't go down too well in the local boozers when we went out. Still keep half an eye on the Terra's results. Remember Steve Claridge going there as manager, and doing well, though I think a change of owner did for him. Used to be a great walk to the ground, past the harbour. Felt a bit sad when they moved...

Used to go there late 80s/early 90's. Decent boozer in those days with an interesting clientele, as you say. Live music regularly, and a pretty dynamic atmosphere at times. Seems a shame if they've real-aled the life out of it. Happens to so many, though. The all-pervasive blandness of the 21st Century.

There'd been some sort of political rally in the Town Hall Square, and I was cleaning up afterwards when Richard Attenborough came up and showed me an old play-bill (Bristol Old Vic) that he seemed to think he'd promised to show me. I looked at it, but couldn't see his name on it. I thought; 'Poor old sod's lost it.' But then we went for a drink in a crowded pub where I gave him the slip. Woke up feeling slightly ashamed of myself for doing that.

As I've said in the thread about Colin Pitchfork, I don't really agree with capital punishment. But if I have to sit through another Kevin Bacon EE advert, I may be willing to make an exception...

What gets slightly lost here is the devastating effect Pitchfork's release will have on the families of Dawn Ashworth and Lynda Mann. On top of the unceasing anguish they've been subject to for 30-odd years is added the hideous refinement that the perpetrator is now able to walk free in the world. Every day from now on will be tainted by this realisation. I have no answer to this (in general I oppose capital punishment), but feel desperately sad for those families.

Smoking is no doubt anti social and distasteful. It has no place in today's health-conscious and considerate society. That's why I bloody love it!

I spent a couple of years living in Weymouth in my late teens/early twenties. This was back in the 70s though, so any observations would be well out of date by now, clearly. Nevertheless, I really liked the place. Fantastic sea-front and beautiful country close by. And in those days at least, it had a diverse economy (still plenty of fishing etc), and didn't just rely on ripping off tourists. The sneering at 'grockles' -so widespread in the West Country - and frankly condescending and unpleasant - wasn't too bad there - though it existed. Dorset people struck me as a pretty close bunch. Not massively warm, but decent enough. Not sure I'd want to spend the rest of my life there, but as I said, I liked the place. Used to go to a boozer called 'The Terminus' near the station (oddly enough) where the occasional exotic mechandise could be had. Happy daze...

People often say that he scored most of his goals in the second division. But for the two seasons we were in the top division when he was here he bagged over 20 both times. However you look at it his record is phenomenal and difficult to see it ever being beaten. More than 400 league goals. More than 250 for us. Never played for England either, so seems to have been undervalued, even in his own day.

So does Harry Maguire.

Never heard of Harp? It was made by Guinness. Ever heard of them?

Absolutely they will. It's human nature to think that the time period coinciding with your youth is some kind of golden age. Actually, Humberstone Gate apart, the city centre of Leicester has changed relatively little in the past few decades. Main changes have been social (and now commercial) rather than structural.

Used to be a ubiquitous (at least in the city) unremarkable part of the Leicester accent. And E Mids generally of course. Fallen out of use now - reasons pretty obvious and in line with widespread flattening out of regional accents. Kind of surprised by the bemusement and unfamiliarity with it on here though. Something to do with the gentrification/wider spread of our support maybe. Find it a bit sad, but it seems the trend to blandness is irreversible.

Colin Appleton was skipper of the City when I first started going to Filbert Street. As a kid I was fascinated by the roundness of his ears more than anything else. His brother Dave coached a team I played for back in the early 80s. His ears were pretty unremarkable.

Don't know if you've got a thermometer, but it might be worth checking your temperature if you get these symptoms again. I used to get similar sensations (feeling like I was too big for the bed, or I was filling the room).Very weird, but very real. Not visual as you say, but unignorable. It happened when I was sickening for something and always seemed to coincide with a high temperature.

Yeah - this is the goal I referenced before. Think it was later than 62. As I said, it was my first away match, which would have made it mid to late sixties. Like fuchsie, I was a big admirer of Greavsie and Law. Shearer came close in terms of deadliness as a finisher, but for me Greaves was in a class of his own. God knows what he'd be worth today...

Mine did too - remembered the game, but until you said I thought the opposition was Notts County.

I remember this one. Think it was John Chedozie who scored a couple, one being a real banger. As I recall, it was shelved from MOTD because the Orient players had shirt sponsorship on (then in its infancy) and the BBC wouldn't show it because it breached their advertising rules. Shame, as it was a great game, and being on the telly was a big deal back then.

Going back a bit here, but the first away game I went to was at White Hart Lane some time in the sixties. Jimmy Greaves took the ball just inside our half and went on a run, beating 4 or 5 defenders before rounding the keeper and slipping it into the net. It was a thing of beauty, scored by the player who remains, to this day, head and shoulders, the best goal-scorer I've ever seen. Kind of broke my heart, but I had to applaud it...

I've noticed this has become more prevalent recently. Colin Murray another example and - of course - Ian Stringer. A good rule of thumb seems to be the less amusing the comment, the louder the laughter.

I'm going to keep wearing mine. It gives me the opportunity to mouth random obscenities at people without them twigging.

Didn't seem to be that much overtly political/cultural voting going on. Apart, of course, from the inevitable Greece/Cyprus axis. Even the places where there is some residual good feeling to the UK (Malta, the Netherlands) gave us nothing. We served up a poor effort. A kind of soul-tinged B-side from the mid 80s delivered unconvincingly by an unattactive singer. And our relentlessly camp, distinctly patronising approach to the whole thing doesn't help. Like a lot of BBC output these days, authenticity takes a distant second to cliché.

To be fair, they've had socially distanced 'crowds' at Grace Rd for the last 50 years...