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The Smiths are the best band ever. And that's official that is!

For what it's worth, I think Hasslebaink will guarantee 15 - 20 goals a season if he's first choice, whatever team he plays for, and I can see Izzett and Savage forming quite a useful midfield partnership.

Of the players you mentioned in the poll, how many of them are actually crap? Heskey certainly, but the rest are decent to very good premiership players who will improve the teams they have signed for.

I don't care who anybody else has signed. All that matters is that other teams are showing more ambition than we are. Two chairmen have shown faith in their manager's judgement and backed them in the transfer market in the hope of improving their league position. Why won't ours do the same? You can be sniffy about Small Heath and Boro all you want, but though we might like to think we have a divine right to be a bigger team, eventually an ambitious team like them WILL overtake us if we continue to sit on our hands every year.

Can you not start to develop your own customer base whilst working? I don't necessarily mean pinching clients, but it sounds like a business you could do from home in the evening and at weekends. It's a big step to just completely start up on your own if you haven't got financial backing. My advice would be work out what you need to live on (mortgage, food, bills etc) then see what turnover you'd need to achieve this minimum. Then think about if you have a few lean months, have you enough behind you to see you through?

Surely the biggest advantage the Predators have, and humans too for that matter over Aliens is the use of vehicles. All I'd do is fly about in a heavily armoured space ship, blasting the Xenomorphs from the safety of altitude. I've just realised how much actual time I've devoted thinking about this topic, very sad!

Depends on the scenario, in close quarters I'd go for Alien, but in open space I'd have to go for Predator, due to its advanced technology and heard weapons. Well the Aliens had their collective arses kicked by Sigourney Weaver on numerous occasions. I'd fancy Arnie to kick Sigourney's ass in a fight, so the only logical conclusion is that Predator would win. Anyway looking forward to the film.

Michael Jackson's taking the family on holiday to Florida. He's going to Tampa with the kids.

Ahem, my first offering for the joke thread: Pierre, a brave French fighter pilot, takes his girlfriend, Marie, out for a pleasant little picnic by the River Seine. It's a beautiful day and love is in the air. Marie leans over to Pierre and says, "Pierre, kiss me!" Pierre grabs a bottle of Merlot and splashes it on Marie's lips. "What are you doing, Pierre?" says the startled Marie. "I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! When I have red meat, I have red wine!" She smiles and they start kissing. Things began to heat up a little and Marie says, "Pierre, kiss me lower." Our hero tears her blouse open, grabs a bottle of Chardonnay and pours it on her breasts. "Pierre! What are you doing now?" asks the bewildered Marie. "I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! When I have white meat, I have white wine!" She giggles and they resume their passionate interlude, and things really steam up. Marie leans close to his ear and whispers, "Pierre, kiss me much lower!" Pierre rips off her underwear, grabs a bottle of Cognac and pours it in her lap. He then strikes a match and lights the cognac on fire. Marie shrieks and dives into the River Seine. Standing waist deep, Marie throws her arms into the air and screams furiously, "PIERRE, WHAT IN THE F#@K DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" Our 'hero' stands and says defiantly, "I am Pierre, the fighter pilot! If I go down, I go down in flames!" I thank you

We used to live next door to a Dillons newsagents in Sutton Coldfield. I think that explains mine.

PS Good shout from Rob about Texan Bars. My absolute fave as a kid. Were Cabanas the ones that were like Bounties with cherries in?

Talking of the crackly stuff, do you remember "Space Dust" that used to explode at the back of your throat. I was never allowed it as a kid because my mum believed the urban myth that if you had too much or drank lemonade with it you'd die.

On a diet Al?! The forbidden fruit playing on your mind?! My vote goes to Kitkats, but only in their chunky form. Second place to biscuit and raisin Yorkie.

9,000 Citeh fans going to the Theatre of Dre...gs tomorrow. Should be a bit tasteh! Good to see you back Elvis!

Two parrots sitting on a perch, one says to the other.... "Can you smell fish?"