plinchiestincture

I suspect the club hierarchy have been on Foxestalk incognito and been struck by the wide but cohesive range of insights and, inevitably, concluded "we're 'aving a bit of that!"

Even the silver tongued Rudkin couldn't summon the magic.

Homeless Chic 1, Nice Hair 0

Is Russelling still a crime?

Is there a football AC-12?

Elementary, my dear Watson

It's funny how Alves developed a second syllable when generally in Leicester speak syllable numbers are reduced. You c'u'nt make it up, mi duck.

And now, the end is near And so I Faes the final curtain my enemies, will surely cheer as Luke and I, go for a Burton We've played a life that's full Pulled the wool, on every bossman But more, much more than this Who gives a toss, man?

When the dog bites, when the bee stings When I'm feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don't feel so bad

In old money, are we in the third division? When James Alexander Gordon intoned the likes of: Hinckley Terrace Munchers, two Stockwell and Berry Fudgetown, Nil Is that us now?

When I find myself in times of trouble ...

Goals are for wimps.

And He said unto them, “Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men.”