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The guess who. With the excellent Burton Cummings on vocals, and Randy Bachman of Bachman Turner overdrive on guitar. Had this song and album on cassette and would listen to it when doing my early morning paper round. Nice!
With Ipswich loosing on Tuesday night Millwall will smell the blood in the water. They will go all out to humiliate us, and reclaim the runners up spot. No playoffs and three extra weeks on the beach is a big motivator. But with their big goons Cooper and Taylor in defense, the potential of our pocket rockets Smyth, and sub appearance from Ilias, darting between thier legs, might get us a couple of late goals. Add a hungry Burrell to the equation and we might pull of a Leeds type end of season display. But they have more to play for than us, so unfortunately 3-1 scoreline.
Price is the same as 4 years and 2 months of what the owners have been paying to keep our heads above water. How long have they been doing this? 2, 3 years now?
Well I imagine if you are paid any where over 2-300,000 per week you are thought of as perfect or at least pretty damn near. Hence Harvey Vale and others on less than 20k per week should be given a bye. The others not.
I watched the Bayern Real Madrid match last night. Vinicius junior circa €600,000 pw. From 30 yards out, leans back, shot screams over the bar. Killian Mbappe circa €600,000 pw. Mighty shot from about 20 yards out, whoosh over the bar. Luis Diaz €300,000 pw, plus some loose change. 15 goals in 26 games for Bayern. Cuts in from the left to get the ball on his right foot, a quick swipe and kaboom the ball sails majestically over the bar. I think Harvey is only playing like an elite world class player.
Part of my 'kitchen radio' collection. This is the music that filled the house from the radio on top of the fridge that my Mom had tuned into her middle of the road station. My young pre-teen self would shake my head and roll my eyes as Mom would giggle at me. But you know what, I secretly liked a lot of the stuff I heard. Good days.
First song that popped into my head. You beat me to it. I have a bit of a love hate relationship with Mr. Jarreau, he put out some fantastic stuff but also plenty of bizarre crap, imo, that I wasn't that fond of.
Well I for one would be very happy to see Wrexham in the premier league. I think they deserve each other. They can then take Ryan Reynolds and his sidekick, whose name evades me, with their white teethed, blemish free perma tanned camera friendly faces spewing happy clappy American horse sheet commentary with them. We won't have to be subjected to that then for at least next season. They really deserve each other. Ewch y dreigiau!
Okay Friday morning, I'll get this started. 1971ish Friday night basketball games at my junior high, the school team were the ironmen, so this was played as those pasty skinny white guys bounded out on court. Oh what jolly memories.
Always been partial to minty chocolates, It had to be a peppermint pattie as a kid, I'm sure that they used to be size of a hockey puck back in the sixties. When I arrived in the UK I found Fry's peppermint creme, which became a favorite, along with after eights. Now when I buy chocolate it tends to be Cote d'or milk chocolates. When I last visited the states, and after eating British/European chocolates for so long, I had a Hershey's bar which was like eating a chocolate colored candle.
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