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Come on Eileen is now played at every family get together because Aunty Eileen has passed away. Mum's sister Eileen has a huge family of big drinking sons and grandsons who insist on singing it at full pelt.
The next time will be late August at me cousins Ruby wedding at Marstons Social Club in Burton.
Hopefully, a few pints of excellent Pedigree will ease the pain....

Not sure about mileage, but in journey time, it looks like it’ll take at least 14 months to get to Southampton. 👀

They docked us 21 points,
We didn’t give a damn, 
We came back with promotion,
Still proud to be a Ram…
 

FA Cup under the lights, early 90s. Hanging off the Popside advertising boards as I was too short to see even when stood on a milk crate. A seeming arms length away, the ball goes out wide to Ted McMinn who has space to run at the defenders. The mighty roar goes up along with the hairs on the back of your neck. He beats one man... then two, the wall of noise rising to a deafening crescendo as he whips in the cross...
One can only begin to imagine what the atmosphere was like during the glory days of the BBG when almost twice as many were packed in. I feel incredibly privileged to have been taken there by my Dad and to have experienced some of the last hurrahs of that magical place.

Andy Todd?

I’ve heard similar, mate. 
😁

After 6 weeks over here it’s time to go home. Brekkie before a 17 hour flight to Perth then a 41/2 hour flight to Brisbane.

That's because Hampshire has declared itself a ULEZ. Brompton bikes only south of Newbury....😉

The first (main) thing that struck about these cemeteries (firstly the WW1 cemeteries in NE France & Belgium, then later the Normandy cemeteries) were just how pristine and orderly they are. Certainly every one we visited (and not just the Brit cemeteries either). 
The good folk that tend to these graves and graveyards are an absolute credit. 
xxx

Dream world - Elon fires himself into space, only to find that the moon doesn’t have a charger for his e-rocket in order to make the return journey.

The first (main) thing that struck about these cemeteries (firstly the WW1 cemeteries in NE France & Belgium, then later the Normandy cemeteries) were just how pristine and orderly they are. Certainly every one we visited (and not just the Brit cemeteries either). 
The good folk that tend to these graves and graveyards are an absolute credit. 
xxx

Last line could be "but where are Birmingham?"

These are worth a try too… from the same guys…

Hmm.. well there you go then. Wolves can feel free to kick off about VAR as much as they like as far as I'm concerned. The rest can shut the hell up and get back to confusion and delay and dubiously justified toenail-length decisions. Yay for VAR.

Necklace nicker!!!

Especially defarmers.

FTFY

Commonwealth War Graves Commission, but no doubt they must employ very conscientious local people in every location, because they're always immaculate.

I’m not.

The first (main) thing that struck about these cemeteries (firstly the WW1 cemeteries in NE France & Belgium, then later the Normandy cemeteries) were just how pristine and orderly they are. Certainly every one we visited (and not just the Brit cemeteries either). 
The good folk that tend to these graves and graveyards are an absolute credit. 
xxx

Grandfather Moodhoover was called up to serve at D-Day at the age of 37 so it wasn't all young lads.
He refused to kill anyone so was a medic, rushing around Sword beach patching up as many as he could to keep them alive.
He didn't like to speak about the actual 6th June much. Too harrowing.

D-Day and the subsequent Battle of Normandy is such an emotional place.
Until a few years ago I had an apartment in Normandy, and I have been many times to these ceremonies, including being present in Bayeux Cathedral for the 65th D-Day commemorations, sitting just a few rows behind Prince Charles, as he was then.
The Bayeux cemetery is the largest for the fallen British servicemen and women, however, there are another 22 in the Normandy region, with the smallest called Jerusalem near the village of Chouain, which contains the body of the youngest British soldier, Jack Banks, who was just 16 years old when he was killed.
He'd actually joined up at the age of 15 and when his mother found out that he had been posted overseas she wrote to the War Office to have him returned to England. However, by the time the regiment in Normandy found out he had been killed.
There are dozens of such stories and I would recommend anyone to visit the towns and villages of this part of France, not only to take in the history but also the welcome the Normans give to the British visitor, with their wonderful food and drink, especially the Calvados!!