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See what I did there? That's what we comedians call a sidecall, connecting two disparate topics with one stunningly original link. Clever, aren't I?

That's every parent ever (fleetingly I add), at some stage between the terrible twos and until past the teenage years. What's happened me duck?

It's a long story, but that's a crossroads. Robert Johnson allegedly sold his soul at a crossroads to the devil on the first of August to learn to play guitar and so germinate the dominant form of music in the 20th century. Yer man was also playing at a crossroads, on the first of August, but...

Apologies if I've missed this earlier in the thread. Anybody know what the attendance was today? Seemed pretty good.

Not strictly true. Mary Mallon initially kept moving jobs because wherever she worked, people got sick. She didn't realise it was her spreading it for some time, as she wasn't getting sick. It all got a bit ridiculous after that. Good piece in the Observer today about it.

I was in the naughty corner for the second half, but it felt like a deflection (if you know what I mean).

Will the new bar (where the shop used to be) be open?

Hadn't heard of the Hull approach until now. Thirty quid a month all year. Think that could be a way forward Make it sound like another utility that you pay for by direct debit.

The gays did an instrumental of this at the old cathedral last week. Lovely. Might go on a great cover versions tip.

Technically it's outside the ring road, so I reckon the pavement licence should be easier to get.

Not seen him play yet, but the lads in the pub say he's the finest Colombian since Asprilla.

My point was about spontaneity. Boozing at 1.00PM and heading for the match at the last minute is a lot more difficult now. Full disclosure, I'm a ST holder living in Kereseley now, so it's not a problem for me. But back in the day, getting the bus from Mount Nod (The Vale), knowing you...

I think it's not just "Shall we go?" I think it's also "How do we get there?" HR was what I'd call a "one bus ground" Wherever you live in the city, it was a bus into town, swift one in the Forresters/Vaux/Brewer and Baker (delete as appropriate) and into the game. Now, if you're Tile Hill or...

I voted leave to get rid of all the brown people round where I live (except the ones who drive the Ubers and deliver my parcels and work in the shop until midnight so I can get my cans and the ones who make that lovely spicy food and the ones who looked after my gran when she was poorly)...

What was that supposed to be? Looks like some foreign muck. Whats wrong with good old British food?