Right, another chance to alternately build our spirits up and then disappoint them. I can't be bothered to change the winning move so it's still Mornington Crescent.
The sheer tenuousness of the story means that we've forgotten it, and we can now place ourselves wherever we like - say, as president of the United States.
'Good News' and 'Bad News' are now indistinguishable, meaning that newsreaders need no longer practise 'good news' and 'bad news' facial expressions and the ban on botox treatments and collagen lip-implants for newsreaders is lifted.
You're going with them, and because you've been designated an enemy combatant you won't have access to a lawyer, the right to trial, or even knowledge of what you are accused of while you languish in prison for an unspecified number of years.
You support Wimbledon. A very uncommon affliction indeed. Actually I support Chelsea and have done so for 48 years. Never taken themselves too seriously, I'm glad to say; winning something would be rather vulgar, I feel. :-)
The Mute button's working OK. (Snodders) Only been once to Loftus Rd, and saw them beaten 6-3 at home by Reading. All I can remember is that it was a warm midweek night and research shows it was 21st Aug 1961.
But the window is open and the sound will get through anyway. [Rosie] Mmmm It may have changed a bit since 1961. Heavens we all have! It obviously had a profound effect on you though - to remember it so vividly. If you go again before neat April you will still qualify as a regular though. I get to more away games - living in Leicester (Dont ask).
Its Saturday and the politicos are all in their constituencies kissing hands and shaking babies and keeping well off our TV's allowing us to concentrate on the Rugby. Well something like that.
You get analysed by Cosmopolitan's psychic wanger reader, who says you have severe psychological difficulties and are probably bad in bed too. (I am not making this up. It's like palmistry, only not.)
Rosie is a master of Photoshop Elements (ref Would you welcome please) and can edit the photo to make it look like you weren't there [just like the sixties]
I would have dictator's HQ on my doorstep here in South Croydon. It's true, with Rosie living about 15mins away from me, Croydon would be the centre of a tyrannical dictatorship...
It is 1984 but with a Totalitarian Communist Regime in power. Thatcher is tried in a show trial on TV and is thrown to the lions bringing in the largest TV audience the world has ever seen.
You realise you have forgotten what the hell is going on in the thread of the story, and at the same time are picked up in a big PANDA car by the Police.
Hooray! The Police have reformed and are going to give a free impromptu concert on this shiny tank (disguised as a panda) you happen to be riding. (See Weird Anime Excel Saga for reference)