richinspain

I said that I would get a season ticket for the away end at the City Ground, but realistically I'd have done what you said. Maybe the odd game with friends, but without the passion it wouldn't be the same.

It's supposed to be your knee, not your bottom end!

Didn’t want to get thrown out, it’s a bit posh!

It's supposed to be your knee, not your bottom end!

That's more like it, we'll share dinner and a bottle of Chianti.

Do you go with one man?

It's supposed to be your knee, not your bottom end!

It's supposed to be your knee, not your bottom end!

I said that I would get a season ticket for the away end at the City Ground, but realistically I'd have done what you said. Maybe the odd game with friends, but without the passion it wouldn't be the same.

That’s because Rowett’s always shedding his skin every few weeks

I said that I would get a season ticket for the away end at the City Ground, but realistically I'd have done what you said. Maybe the odd game with friends, but without the passion it wouldn't be the same.

I said in 1984 that if Derby go to the wall I'd never go to another match, nothing has changed for me. 

Player of the season award last season, so maybe!

Luckily my half n half scarf is only 9 years old. I'll throw it away now in case I forget later.

Luckily my half n half scarf is only 9 years old. I'll throw it away now in case I forget later.

Luckily my half n half scarf is only 9 years old. I'll throw it away now in case I forget later.

Luckily my half n half scarf is only 9 years old. I'll throw it away now in case I forget later.

A can of Carling.

When I was a kid, I utterly adored steak and kidney pudding, but I always viewed it as a two-edged sword - a wonderful treat and, equally, a harbinger of doom. My dad used to make them very rarely - usually to cheer me up or to use as a distraction when there was bad news. I recall that when my mum was seriously ill in hospital in Kluang, Malaya with typhoid and she wasn't expected to pull through, the pud made an appearance. Similarly, when my grandad died, that was the dinner. The ultimate 'giving comfort' food, as far as I was concerned.
Now, as an old man, I still love them, and a trip to Blackpool is not complete without pudding and chips with gravy - especially Hollands.
Today, for the first time ever, I made my own, and I was pretty pleased* with the result.
 
 
*Actually, I was delighted.

 

 

Triple Karm, yuk. I’d rather drink pissy seawater.

Lock up for 5 years anyone who cannot construct a simple sentence without making a couple of spelling mistakes. Get the illiterate off the streets I say.

Buggar, Diego Costa has gone to Brazil.