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Who do you imagine you are arguing against here. Dr G neither supports nor condones Netanyahu or the right wing loons ruling Isreal. Conflating Isrealis with their govt is exactly yhe same as blaming Palestinians for Hamas.

https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2023/oct/10/rugby-world-cup-quarter-finals-northern-hemisphere-southern-breakdown Ageing well

Who?

Happy Face never recovered front Assange turning out to be a wrong'un as I remember it. Shame - top notch football poster

See them live that's all I can say. There recordings don't really do them justice, though knowledge of the songs does improve the experience

You've made a rare miss-step on the Sleaford Mods by the way. Best live band in the UK at the moment

Just driven 300 miles to Lancaster. Picking up the MIL ashes tomorrow. Get to the hotel only to find the good lady wife hasn't confirmed the booking and the hotel is in fact full. No room at the Inn.......

Pointing this out is no way me showing support for Hamas but it's interesting framing from the BBC Isrealis killed but Palestinians died

Maybe not

Trips and Bruno ❤️

Mrs Sponge has just come in with a very disapproving look having counted 10 empty cans in the kitchen Good job she can't see the 4 down the side of the chair

Lascelles was fucking magnificent. Eddie Howe is some sort of voodoo dark arts magician

I'm half convinced I'm asleep/dead and this is a dream

Two schools of thought on this one then

Fucking hell the noise

Lascelles beasted the original header

Big fucking Dan fucking Burn Fuck me

Good god

My heartrate is off the fucking charts

That little fucking Paraguayan genius needs no right foot

Looks like Morkov is signing for Astana as well. Strapping in for another year

It’s business as usual for a bartender, and one day as he is cleaning his bar when an unusual customer walks in. The man is dressed in an expensive suit, has a beautiful supermodel hanging off each arm, and has a limo parked outside. Furthermore, the man has an orange for a head. The customer sits down at the bar and orders everyone a drink. He pays for it from a roll of hundreds and manages to get the attention of every woman in the joint, despite having an orange for a head. The bartender is not a man to pry, but he feels compelled to ask about this man’s life. “Excuse me,” says the bartender, “I can’t help but notice that you’re obviously fabulously wealthy and irresistable to women, but you have an orange for a head. How did that happen?” So the man told his story. "A while back, when I was penniless, I was walking along the beach and saw an old lamp, half buried in the sand. I picked it up and gave it a clean, and POOF! out popped a genie. The genie explained that he had been trapped in that lamp for two hundred years, and that he was so grateful to me for freeing him that he would give me three wishes. "For my first wish I asked for an unlimited fortune. The genie said ‘It is done!’ and from then on, whenever I needed money, it was there. "For my second wish I asked for the attention of all the most beautiful women in the world. The genie said it was done, and since then I have been able to get any woman I wanted. “For my third wish – and, this is the bit where I kinda fucked up – I asked for an orange for a head.”

I got some the other day, used it as a dry rub on steak. Was sort of a creole taste