Anthony

Hmm. Taking its inspiration from the UK, Zanzibar is a shithole. (Really, it is)

Wounds don't heal quicker if you let them dry out. Keep 'em moist...

Oh and whoever suggested that two blondes can have children has been watching too many of Rob's films. Blonde = female Blond = male

I once asked a gay friend of mine, "When did you first realise you were gay?" He replied, "When did you first realise you were straight?"

I think as time moves on we will be more in the position of being able to rotate players to suit the opposition and to give them a rest where appropriate. We have begun to see this already. Essentially I am cautioning against saying that just because someone (eg Ridge) is 'dropped' for one game it doesn't necessarily mean MON 'clearly doesn't rate him'. Players are beginning to be 'rested' now rather than 'dropped'; previously we were fire fighting, now we have a certain amount of control and time, as we have a little more strength in depth.

Not that it's even remotely likely to happen, but Beckham on loan anyone?

Please, not Barton. May be a great footballer, but not the kind of person I want at my club.

Ronaldinho anyone?

Ah, OF, just as I change my sig, you take up the baton. Well done Sir, take the weekend off. Oh, and I voted in the affirmative. Although 'totty' is too tight a term for it. Should be, "Women with their knockers out, some of whom are quite fit, many of whom are munters with make-up. And 99% of the knockers aren't real either. It's all a bit sad really."

Ah, OF, I thought doing a there's/their's bit on the sig would be too much. There's always one. Do a hundred lines of "I must try not to be old and farty."

I voted for number two, although I would welcome all new recruits to the grammar police, if you wish to join...

Ooh. I have a blog. Me clever. It's not flashy. At all. Flatantti

I voted no, the skin can repair itself but the hair follicles don't get replaced. I think.

Melody deffo. Have a mate who is a lyrics queen - she gets lyrics straight away and I get melodies. Ho hum.

Bluetooth! he went up and down around Scandinavia and united big bits of it. That's why they named the wireless thingy after him.

Welcome to Villa General Krulak, and thank you for coming to look after our club. We've been after a proper midfield General for years, and whilst my initial excitement about finally landing one soon turned to disappointment on finding out you were 'only' a board director, I have to confess myself extremely pleased with what I have seen and read so far. This club means an awful lot to me and also to my grandad, who turned 95 this Sunday just gone, as we've both been Villa supporters since we were kids - he used to go with his dad. I am genuinely thrilled that you and your fellow directors have the will and ability to make this a truly great club. To me, being a 'great' club is about more than success on the pitch. It's doing things the right way, even if we don't get the result we would like, involving all of the community and holding up the club and staff, playing included, as role models for the wider community, a beacon of honourability in a sea of questionable morality and chasing money rather than sticking by our principles. Whoah there, how did I manage to climb up on my high horse without realising it? I'll just get down again and say welcome, and thank you for coming.

Or even, E's Ozzy Izn' e? Oh aye, ar.

Eyes eye er? How about shouting, "Izzy Ozzy Izzy... Eyes Eye ER!"

Radio in car Radio in my amp/receiver thing cd/clock/radio by bed Sky with radio channels Interwebshariverse radio channels Listen to radio regularly including 2,3,4,5, XFM, 4LW cricket. Sometimes I like to be in control of what I hear, sometimes I like to be surprised. Radio 4 is underrated apart from the Today programme which is a bit of a joke to me, so I don't tune in any more. Tune in, how often do we use that phrase nowadays? Listening to Test Match Special on long wave is one of the most relaxing experiences I've discovered recently, yet somehow exciting at the same time. It makes cricket meaningful in this age of ME ME ME NOW NOW NOW.

That Lloyd Webber fellow for me. He has a melody. Just one. Then he repeats it, reverses it, notches it up a fifth, arpeggiates the chord etc ad infinitum. Musically insipid crap. On the other hand though, he's got an awful lot to do with the survival of the Theatre in the West End and up 'n dwon the country - there are an awful lot of lighting people, sound engineers, singers, costume people and dancers who have a livelihood mainly down to him, not to mention the hotels et al. Thing is, he could do all that with great music. Unfortunately he chooses not to. SAW have a great legacy in that they accelerated the slow distillation of pop music so that rather than 20 years of shite, we only got 10, as people reacted against it. Seems that just recently over the past year or so there are an awful lot of good bands around.

I suspect the statement is really for the attention of any regulators who may have raised eyebrows over the last week. Other than that, I'd probably ignore it.

More useful tho Trim, the 'white balance' on that photo is too high. See how the white tops of the posts kind of glow? If you take the setting down a little it should be more, er, balanced. Keep it up.

Rule # 1 of photography: If you absolutely HAVE to post a HUGE photo on the VT message board, upload it somewhere else and just post the link. Grumble grumble. Pesky kids. Grumble. Annoying my fish. And my flowers.

About 15.

Tom, I wear a kind of hybrid style of footwear with jeans, but yes, it is difficult to find something that goes. Most trainers just don't go with jeans (for me anyway), but neither do a pair of finely crafted brogues. It is a delicate balance I concede. I actually choose legwear (jeans/cords/flannels/slacks with elasticated waistbands) to go with shoes, rather than buying my legwear and finding nothing appropriate to wear with them. I see people with tastefully put together attire, perhaps a delicate blend of natural shades, rounded off by a pair of shiny man made fibre trainers, perhaps with enormous white soles, or bright red stripes. It makes me want to point the chap in the direction of a fine cobbler for a footwear education.