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Congratulations to The Queen and The Duke of Edinburgh.
by pinewoodblueboy at 07:36 20 Nov 2017

Platinum wedding anniversary. Great stuff.

A lovely Suffolk picture amidst these to start your day
by Steve_M at 07:14 20 Nov 2017

Good Morning all.

Charles Manson is dead
by gtsb1966 at 06:49 20 Nov 2017

48 years too late mind you.
Hypothetical Signing
by PJewellisaGod at 03:41 20 Nov 2017

If you could sign ONE championship player right now to improve ITFC's existing squad (wages somehow paid for by other club for two years for some fantastical reason), who would you sign?
Kieffer Moore
by PJewellisaGod at 03:18 20 Nov 2017

Has his own song;

Peter Kay tickets
by Currie10 at 23:16 19 Nov 2017

Got 4 for Sheffield 2019.

Anyone else grab some?
Morrissey's take on sexual harassment...
by Swansea_Blue at 22:23 19 Nov 2017

The victims are "merely disappointed" and "should know what could happen", even if they are only 14.
The Warky Report: Hull City (a)
by Warkystache at 22:19 19 Nov 2017

"Weeks an' weeks" muttered Tel. Only he's got a bad cold, so it sounded more like "weegss'n'weegsss". Not that I ever really understand him when he mutters anyway.

It's the latest WR, baffed about a bit by the international break and the two goalless draws against the krauts and the Brazilians that seems to have convinced folk I work with that "we'll do alright" in the World Cup next June. One of them, a Villa fan, is even awaiting his tickets for Russia, though he seems to have paid through the nose for them. That's if he's being strictly truthful, of course. He went to the Brazil game and came in on Thursday claiming he'd seen us 'grow'.

Terry has a cold. He blames Paula for causing him unremitting stress, and her mother for acceding to local germs and then passing them on, through her daughter, to him. The fact Paula's been fine has caused him more anguish. He's constantly sucking menthol sweets and lobbing scrunched-up disposable tissues at the bin (and missing) in his shop. He smells ill. The combined aromas of Halls lozenges, Lockets ('they don' 'ave any 'unny in 'em anymore. Bleedin' pathetic they are') and virulent yellow Lemsips, which he sips as though they are tramps' piss, make him smell like an invalid. I half expected to see a nurse in the back room, ready with another dose of anti-coagulant for his blocked snout.

Mrs Tel is still in Stisted, arranging her late father's funeral (next Thursday at 1pm at some crematorium near Halstead). Tel's got no natural audience for his suffering. Paula is doing her job and then heading home to apply for a new one. I'm at a critical point with my newly-ratified project at work; having to do more homework and research to enable us to start using the new methods by 18th January. It's an emotional desert for poor old Terry. One of his paperboys even took the pee last week, an unwise move if he's expecting a decent Christmas tip.

Thursday saw me up in Birmingham, meetings and all, home by 7pm, missing football and estuary English/guttural Suffolk accents. You probably know all Birmingham folk talk funny, so I'll skip that bit, but it can be quite difficult to understand them when they talk quickly. I had Friday off as I had a hospital appointment at 12pm (nothing serious, but thanks for the concern).

Colchester Hospital would have ripped me off for about £8 had I been daft enough to park on its premises. As it was, I parked for free at work and got the bus down there and back. The place smells of old socks with Dettol on them. I sat on the red leather bench in Outpatients, occasionally moving my legs to let the beds and wheelchairs pass, and watched my fellow Colcestrians be treated for plagues and ills in antiseptic rooms by doctors who all seemed to be running late. It was much as I expect those who stayed in underground stations during the Blitz endured; everyone comes in looking fearful, anticipating with dread that invasive metal rod up the jacksy. Then they sit on the red leather benches and a perverse sort of camaraderie takes over. They chat and tell you all about their ills, as if getting their story straight for the quack. The old boy and his wife next to me were there for "my colo-rectal examination; ooh, the doctor puts one'o'them latex gloves on and cream on his first two fingers". 'Blimey' I said, not encouragingly. "Yeah" the old boy went on, "yer can't sit down much for a few hours after" and smiled as though he was looking forward to the whole thing.

The door next to me opened and he was, mercifully, called to attend through it. I moved to the other end of the bench, lest the door somehow blow open and I be confronted with the sight of him on all fours on a treatment table with a rubber-gloved doctor making stirring motions with his first two fingers. This was a mistake as I then got into chatty conversation with an old girl who was having her piles shrunk next week.

When my name was called, I got up sheepishly, trying to avoid eye contact with the other patients around me who were smiling goodwill. In and out, to cut a long story short and I didn't even have to remove me pants.

Friday night was pub night, although Tel didn't fancy eating and said his lager tasted off (it wasn't), so he stuck to brandy. They had a game on the telly, Burton Albion, and we watched bits in between conversing about Spain. The move's taken a bit of a back seat (hence the 'weeks and weeks' comment at the start of this report) because Mrs Tel wants to finalise the funeral and, more importantly, because solicitors cost money and Tel has realised they're eating into his savings a fair bit. The house hasn't sold yet; the guaranteed buyer he had has now bought in Leytonstone, so it's back on the market.

"It needs modernisin'" said Tel, in a tone which suggested he didn't fancy paying for it to be. He blew his nose and sniffed for a bit. "Bloody money, that's all it ever is" he moaned. His brother-in-law just wants a quick sale and will achieve this by knocking the price down if there's no takers after two months on at the current price. Tel thinks 'speculate ter acoomerlate' but doesn't fancy being the mug who pays for the new bathroom and decorating. He needs to see "at least £150k" from the sale to make Spain viable. His brother-in-law, already well-off, doesn't.

Saturday came and I went for a walk. This time through Wrabness to Ramsay, into old Harwich and home via the train (I parked at Wrabness) then into Manningtree for a curry and a few beers with friends. We forgot to do a footie bet this weekend. That's unheard of. Tel said "Town are at 'ome Wensdy aint they?" and I nodded. "Mmmm" he said. "'Ow much is it d'ya reckon?". When I said about twenty-five quid, he grimaced. "Are they at 'ome on Boxin' Day?" he asked. "Yep, QPR" I said. "Ooh" he said. "I might get you ter get us a ticket fer that".

Hopefully his cold might have dried up by then. If anyone on here fancies meeting him, I'll post details nearer the time. Dunno why you would. He's very ordinary.

Onto the next one then, Sheff Weds
by Currie10 at 22:05 19 Nov 2017

Interesting game for me this - ironically last game I saw live pre Australia was us winning at Hillsborough, and the last game I will see in Australia before I move overseas to teach children in South Korea for 6 months, maybe a year is us v Wendy.

My partners an owl, and her dad / partner are coming to visit us.

Amazingly, this game is on Bein sport over here - we're out for the day, however going to 'tape' the match and see only my second 90 minutes of Ipswich in a year...... yes, it's been that poor an effort from me.

So I'm really looking forward to it!

I see Knudsen is suspended, so have a feeling Connolly may slot in at LB.

Will the front four be rotated slightly, perhaps Ward could come in for one?
Will Bru start CM?

Both managers under severe pressure, have this down as 1-1 which will do little to appease either sets of supporters.

Never mind the footie, RIP Malcolm
by Dyland at 21:03 19 Nov 2017

The godfather of pub rock riffage. Better than most. The Accadacca "image" is all Angus but Malcolm wrote all the riffs, and Bon Scott, fooking amazing. What a fooking rock band.

Blue Planet
by Samuelowen88 at 20:32 19 Nov 2017

Do whales get the bends ?

I know fish don’t as they don’t have air in their bodies, but whales breathe air, yet dive very deep.
Have the Russians now completely
by PJH at 20:27 19 Nov 2017

taken over the TWTD player ratings voting?

To get some of those averages for yesterday's game there must have been a few 10/10 votes.
Mugabe not quitting
by factual_blue at 20:24 19 Nov 2017

This is all going to end well, isn't it?
Poor Old Spice
by Benters at 19:31 19 Nov 2017

In the dance off?

How did Susan get through again!?
Ashes on BT sport EE customers
by connorscontract at 18:37 19 Nov 2017

Just got a text from EE on my phone saying that EE customers can get three months access to BT Sport for free on their EE Sim device through the BT Sport app. Text SPORT to 150.

4GEE Max customers get 24 months of access to BT Sport through the app included at no extra charge.

Thought it might be helpful for some of you ahead of the Ashes starting on Thursday.
19th heartthrob David Cassidy in hospital
by factual_blue at 18:25 19 Nov 2017

Has kidney failure, needs a liver transplant and also has dementia.
Just got home from hull
by 12th_Man at 18:24 19 Nov 2017

Great weekend in hull would definitely stay again
"Fans" who are only vocal in defeat.....
by Bloots at 17:31 19 Nov 2017

.....are a strange bunch.

When we win you don't hear a squeak from them, if we don't win they are all over this forum like a rash.

Why is that?

Out of curiosity, I had a look at a certain posters history:

Beat Burton: 3 posts in the next 24 hours.

Lose to Cardiff: 34 posts.

Beat Preston: 13 posts.

Draw with Hull: 54 posts.

So over this small sample, when we win he/she posts 8 times, when we don't he/she posts 44 times.

Very odd.
by Basuco at 16:49 19 Nov 2017

Wow great save's, incredible.
by 12th_Man at 16:27 19 Nov 2017

Are they playing at Playford Road tomorrow
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