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Calm before the storm...
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Too quiet tonight.
This is, as they say, it.
Good luck everyone.
Is this the moment we give Blackburn six of the best, trousers down Sir ?
Nixonator
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I still want to know what the cunning plan was.
A fair few are at the REMF quiz I imagine.
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Shouldn't they be getting an early nights sleep in preparation?
But then again - "couldn't sleep either, sir?"
crookie
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Hopefully the Blackburn defence will be slightly more penetrable than the Germans !!
I've penned a poem about our Chairman...
Bloom, Bloom, Bloom, Bloom,
Bloom, Bloom, Bloom,
Bloom, Bloom, Bloom, Bloom,
Bloom, Bloom, Bloom
Bloom, Bloom, Bloom, Bloom,
Bloom, Bloom, Bloom,
Bloom, Bloom, Bloom, Bloom,
Bloom, Bloom, Bloom
Liam 'Blackadder' Rosenior, take a bow....
JC Footy Genius
Bringer of TRUTH
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Wibble
portlock seagull
Why? Why us?
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Gale force winds in the Viking area. A wandering minstrel aaa..
OzMike
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OzMike
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Going by the form guide, we have the toughest test out of the top 3 today.
maltaseagull
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Relax. I am coming over to take my granddaughter to the match. She has only seen us win in 4 previous visits.
Seagulltonian
C'mon the Albion!
I like that stat!
Only my 2nd game of the season (yeah I know, bad fan
) Only one i've been to so far - Brighton 5 - Norwich 0 Hoping today's result is very similar!
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I like your use of alliteration...... And internal rhymes within each line.
ShanklySeagull
Justice for the 96...
n BA’s quarters; Edmund is on the phone)
Edmund: You’d like to book a table for three by the window for 9.30 PM,
not too near the band, in the name of Obel-ointment Fungentula.
Yes, yes, I think you might have the wrong number. Alright.
(hangs up; enter George)
George: Rather close line there, eh sir? That phone system is a shambles
no wonder we haven’t had any orders!
Edmund: Oh, on the contrary, George, we’ve had plenty of orders. We have
orders for six meters of Hungarian crushed velvet curtain material,
four rock salmon and a ha’pence of chips and a cab for a Mr. Redgrave
picking up from 14 Arnost Grove Raintop Bell.
George: Rather we don’t want those sort of orders, we want orders to Deck Old
Glory. When are we going to give Fritz a taste of our British spunk?
Edmund: George, please. No one is more anxious to advance than I am, but until
I get these communication problems sorted out, I’m afraid we’re stuck.
(phone rings) Captain Blackadder speaking…..no, I’m afraid the line’s
very cclllffffhhtttt!
Darling: Hello? Hello, Captain Blackadder, hello?
(a German accent pops up; really Edmund. He rustles paper, pretending the re-
ception’s lousy.)
Edmund: Schenll, schenll, Die Koppeltop, I said, there’s a terrible line at my
end. You are to advance on the enemy at once. (puts on a record)
“A wandering minstral eye in the…(record goes off, Edmund speaks)
..on Gail Force Eight.
Edmund: You’d like to book a table for three by the window for 9.30 PM,
not too near the band, in the name of Obel-ointment Fungentula.
Yes, yes, I think you might have the wrong number. Alright.
(hangs up; enter George)
George: Rather close line there, eh sir? That phone system is a shambles
no wonder we haven’t had any orders!
Edmund: Oh, on the contrary, George, we’ve had plenty of orders. We have
orders for six meters of Hungarian crushed velvet curtain material,
four rock salmon and a ha’pence of chips and a cab for a Mr. Redgrave
picking up from 14 Arnost Grove Raintop Bell.
George: Rather we don’t want those sort of orders, we want orders to Deck Old
Glory. When are we going to give Fritz a taste of our British spunk?
Edmund: George, please. No one is more anxious to advance than I am, but until
I get these communication problems sorted out, I’m afraid we’re stuck.
(phone rings) Captain Blackadder speaking…..no, I’m afraid the line’s
very cclllffffhhtttt!
Darling: Hello? Hello, Captain Blackadder, hello?
(a German accent pops up; really Edmund. He rustles paper, pretending the re-
ception’s lousy.)
Edmund: Schenll, schenll, Die Koppeltop, I said, there’s a terrible line at my
end. You are to advance on the enemy at once. (puts on a record)
“A wandering minstral eye in the…(record goes off, Edmund speaks)
..on Gail Force Eight.
Permission to shout "Bravo" at an annoyingly loud volume, sir.
