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Charlie Zeevil! In your norther slums, in your northern slums You look in a dustbin for something to eat You find a dead cat* and you think its a treat In your northern slums. *It was a cat in the 70s, but as more of the working classes became cat owners, it was changed to rat. Miaow.

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At Withdean we shouted 'get that board down' even though it didn't obscure any of the view. For old time's sake. (Not sure there was even a board, to be fair).

Far too much widdling and ******* went on in the 60s and 70s to my mind. Black rock beach, more pebbles than sand, We are the Brighton.....

Every away game (and I went to loads in the dog days of the early noughties) at one time the first thing we did when we got in the ground was do the 'There's no-one there' ritual, three times, pointing each time to the three other bits of the stadium where there was, er, hardly anyone there. It...

(We've*) a knock-knee'd chicken and a bow legged hen We aint lost a fight since we don't know when We don't give a (and from here on, I did a double take like the mountie choir singing the response lines in the Lumberjack song). There was a bloke who sat near me at Withdean, Hartlepools fan...