Top four gone.

[SWv2]

Of course the good thing is that by the time we play in the CL again, Ronaldo, Messi and Robben will have retired, so we might not get so very gubbed.

Happy days.

Not just yet surely? I suppose we have to beat United when we play them, perhaps next weekend, not sure.

I wouldn't back either Manchester side to win their games at the moment so not impossible.

FTR ... I don't think we will.

[Peter]

Not just yet surely? I suppose we have to beat United when we play them, perhaps next weekend, not sure.

I wouldn't back either Manchester side to win their games at the moment so not impossible.

FTR ... I don't think we will.

Next three games. Home to Mourinho, away to Southampton, away to Stoke. Pretty safe to say it is gone.

Would be nice to beat United either way. Cant really see it though.

[SWv2]

Next three games. Home to Mourinho, away to Southampton, away to Stoke. Pretty safe to say it is gone.

Would be nice to beat United either way. Cant really see it though.

Okay, there are parts of the above I was unaware of.

Wenger out.

[World's End Stella]

Good.

We don't need the money and the CL is a waste of everyone's time until there are changes in the club, anyway.

More importantly, what did the wee chap at LRK serve you?

[Sir C]

Good.

We don't need the money and the CL is a waste of everyone's time until there are changes in the club, anyway.

More importantly, what did the wee chap at LRK serve you?

The bread. THE BREAD! Snails with the balrey miso. Asparagus with stuff. Something esle, can't remember. Then a prok chop. My word. A pork chop from a 18 month old beast, aged like beef, cooked over charcoal. Absolutely stunning. Some hazelnut nonsense for dessert. Couple of bottle of Gevrey-Chambertin, for which he raped me firmly in the bottom. (£120 a bottle! Thief.)

Anyway, it was a truly terrific meal and I thoroughly enjoyed speaking to chef/owner James as he presented each dish and explained the full family history of each item on the plate, the autistic wánker.

I made Lancashire hotpot the next day. It was much nicer.

[World's End Stella]

The bread. THE BREAD! Snails with the balrey miso. Asparagus with stuff. Something esle, can't remember. Then a prok chop. My word. A pork chop from a 18 month old beast, aged like beef, cooked over charcoal. Absolutely stunning. Some hazelnut nonsense for dessert. Couple of bottle of Gevrey-Chambertin, for which he raped me firmly in the bottom. (£120 a bottle! Thief.)

Anyway, it was a truly terrific meal and I thoroughly enjoyed speaking to chef/owner James as he presented each dish and explained the full family history of each item on the plate, the autistic wánker.

I made Lancashire hotpot the next day. It was much nicer.

Oh so your home made Lancashire hotpot was much nicer than my restaurant recommendation was it? Oh well that's just lovely that is. Good to see my recommendation was appreciated.

Bloody ingrate.

[Sir C]

Oh so your home made Lancashire hotpot was much nicer than my restaurant recommendation was it? Oh well that's just lovely that is. Good to see my recommendation was appreciated.

Bloody ingrate.

It was just a reiteration of the fact that, whilst fayne dayning is enjoyable from time to time, you can't beat good, honest, non-poncey grub.

[Burney]

The bread. THE BREAD! Snails with the balrey miso. Asparagus with stuff. Something esle, can't remember. Then a prok chop. My word. A pork chop from a 18 month old beast, aged like beef, cooked over charcoal. Absolutely stunning. Some hazelnut nonsense for dessert. Couple of bottle of Gevrey-Chambertin, for which he raped me firmly in the bottom. (£120 a bottle! Thief.)

Anyway, it was a truly terrific meal and I thoroughly enjoyed speaking to chef/owner James as he presented each dish and explained the full family history of each item on the plate, the autistic wánker.

I made Lancashire hotpot the next day. It was much nicer.

I made a cracking fish stew. Stock made from fish trimmings, white wine, tarragon and saffron. Jersey Royals boiled in the saffrony stock, big chunks of hake, prawns, mussels and topped with a bream fillet. All with lovely crusty French bread (well, Belgian, strictly speaking) and finished with a dash of cream.

[Herbette Chapman - aged 15]

Couple of bottle of Gevrey-Chambertin, for which he raped me firmly in the bottom. (£120 a bottle! Thief.)

£240 For plonk! - he didn't just botty rape you c, he made you clean up his bellend after with some sloppy fellatio whilst smoking one of your cigars and laughing at you