Doctor Manhattan

This may not be great timing given the intervening posts, but based on the "Every Hole" hypothesis her xG could be 7, potentially more.

Sounds like the oft-advised remedy of “a kick in the pie” might have helped get the message across.

In general, people in restaurants who talk far too loudly so you have no choice but to overhear them. These are often American women, who then laugh like drains at their own unfunny jokes. In particular, one woman last night who was clearly audible from the other side of a large room, and who sounded like the b*****d spawn of Gilbert Gottfried and Betty Boop with some sort of throat cancer. At one point she started singing the theme to Rawhide, and my wife had to physically hold me back.

What the f**k is IN that pint anyway? It looks like he’s puked in the glass. Fucking lightweight.

Don’t think so. Tennent’s was part of the Bass Charrington group at that point and it MAY have been brewed there under licence. It only seemed to be available in and around London.

Ideally we get through September with minimal damage - as above, 4 or 5 points would be nice. Then hopefully we get Butcher and Mika back and really start taking diddies to the woodshed.

I know the answer’s “Scottish fitba / fucking Motherwell” but how did we go in the space of just of just a few weeks from a 29-goal Dutch demigod to Theo Bair as first choice striker?

We've played St Mirren 55 times since 2005, so frankly I don't care which of gets relegated as long it means a break from those fucking match threads.

Me neither, but I can say with absolute certainty that it wasn't Celtic

Is "negligent/contributory manslaughter" a thing? Whoever made the consultants then sign a letter of apology to Letby for causing her distress needs a serious looking at too.

Late to this T party, sorry, so don't know if it's been mentioned before, but when I lived in London in the mid '80s a number of "Carling" pubs also sold draught 5% Tennent's Extra from a sexy black tap, which remains to this day one of the very best lagers I've ever tasted.

He was only on the park 10 minutes! He probably pulled something while high-fiving Mika.

Would there be enough room on Slattery's shirt for that many badges?

If KVV isn't already wearing this around the Euroborg, I'm going to be very disappointed.

I lived in Turnpike Lane for a while, just after the Broadwater Farm riots. It may not have been called “wilding” then but I saw first-hand more than one mob-handed indiscriminate rampage through the Wood Green shopping centre, which bore no resemblance whatsoever to a Robin Hood like redistribution of wealth other than in the range of blunt and sharp weaponry involved. On the plus side, there was a Wimpy at the other end of the high street, which balanced out the whole “risk v reward” shopping experience.

Finally found time to get through this enjoyable and surprisingly well-mannered 75 or so minutes, thanks. At the end of the day so much of it boils down to linguistic and philosophical sophistry, and – as both parties admitted – there are multiple other possible interpretations of many of the building blocks on both sides of the argument on such things as quantum mechanics, freewill, and the nature of time / timelessness. I was reminded of a book that was thrust upon me in a Glasgow street many, many years ago by a contingent of Hare Krishnas, entitled “Easy Journey to Other Planets” which through tortuous non-logic and unwarranted leaps of deduction “proved” that this was possible if you only believed hard enough, although it also seemed to depend on how you actually defined “other planets”. TL;DR – if yer auntie had baws she’d be your uncle.

Kelly looks less than impressed - he can't pull the ball away fast enough!

Help, help, here comes the Bair...

Obviously not news to our friends in Perth, but I've only just discovered that his first name is actually Thelonius. The first thing that leapt into my mind was not improvisational jazz, but that this rhymes with felonious.

12 goals in 128 senior games since 2015. Not bad for a defender, mince for a striker.

Well it's certainly not me, or that would have said 100th and last appearance!