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Doug.

Great stuff! That bar chart thing is mesmerising.

In about 5 billion years the sun will start to run out of fuel, and then we certainly won't be giving a flying fuck about Robins' strange team selections and late substitutions. But you can guarantee that someone, somewhere, will be calling someone a c**t.

I genuinely didn't know that.

He isn't, though he is stout.

At least until the men in white coats brandishing tasers and a straightjacket arrive.

Pavlovian response.

Could be a storming second half.

Pot kettle.

Indeed. You'd think the season had already finished, going by some posts. Disclaimer: I am not predicting a top six finish, but let's see...

Food for thought.

This is the sort of exchange that keeps me coming back. Keep up the good work, people.

Tend to agree with you. Best not to get as wound up as those posting the more outlandish views. A few exchanges are very entertaining; most not.

Slainte mhath! 🥂 Not a jock but living amongst them.

Pork pies all round!

You'd then have nine lifetimes' worth of pork pies to get through.

Just self-identify as a cat.

Just self-identify as a cat.

If I ever make it on to Desert island Discs, a lifetime supply of pork pies would be my luxury.

Got to say I love a good graph.