....you're just doing to Gillingham what Driver on the bling did to us!

.......has our coach driver done a Poo'yet, without thinking about Gus!

don't worry about these Chelsea mugs as my mate was saying Saturday " Chelsea ? they are only an assassins bullet away from being Fulham park rangers "

interviewer " iggy , do you think you influenced anybody?"
iggy pop " I think I wiped out the 60`S "

Brilliant article, I love blogs. It gives boring people who people no one would normally talk to a chance to prove what tw@ts they are.

After starting of about talking about something he had described as mundane (if it is, why write about it) he then starts rambling on about the weather (AMAZING) before announcing to the world he's been given a really cool north face jacket... What a trend setter - I might need to return for more style tips.

My saddest day at a football ground was at Selhurst on a lovely summers day a good few years back when an unfortunate player called Paul Cannoville (spelling) made his debut. Totally disgusted by the extreme right wing chants that day from the stylish blues fans that day (just a couple of years earlier they were the pensioners).
A few allusions to Fulham Park Rangers etc and many Chelski shut up when you talk about a left wing Labour council saving their club (refused to allow redevelopment of the ground ie housebuilding).
I worked with a gobby one a few years back and even when the 9-0 was mentioned I could still shut him up by saying even Brighton took them to a replay.
It is still going to be a a long slog for us but a point in Wales will be almost worth Saturdays 3 (the shut them up value will always be worth much more than three points though)

Enjoying getting up later and not having someone who knows better than me (apart from the missus of course).

So the author bases his views on Palace on his limited understanding of the geography of SE25.

So let's reciprocate.

Chelsea is full of doddering old pensioners and surly posers on the King's Rd. Basically, it's full of old codgers and w@nkers.

And I see signs of half remembered days, I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways