So with hindsight (and as England didn't win it) I'm happy to say that was probably

[Ash]

the best World Cup I can remember. Lots of incident, remarkably few really tedious games, not too many games decided on pelanties and the best team won it. Most satisfactory - for international football.

Yup, splendid World Cup. I can't remember enjoying one so much for ages. And most of our players back at home getting ready to win the league while most of Spurs' first team only came home yesterday. wd Belgium and England for going so far.

Shame about all the violence and racism of the barbaric, inhospitable locals though, as we were warned about. Oh wait. None of that was true.

[Sir C]

Yup, splendid World Cup. I can't remember enjoying one so much for ages. And most of our players back at home getting ready to win the league while most of Spurs' first team only came home yesterday. wd Belgium and England for going so far.

Shame about all the violence and racism of the barbaric, inhospitable locals though, as we were warned about. Oh wait. None of that was true.

Have you spent much time in Russia, a?

[Ash]

Have you spent much time in Russia, a?

No, but I did have breakfast in Belvedere on Saturday, and went into a pub in Crayford. So my life isn't entirely free of adventure.

[Sir C]

No, but I did have breakfast in Belvedere on Saturday, and went into a pub in Crayford. So my life isn't entirely free of adventure.

Belvedere? :shudder: Talk about barbaric!

[Ash]

Belvedere? :shudder: Talk about barbaric!

You'd have loved it. The caff was decked out with plastic England flags. Canned tomatoes, strong tea served by a lady with a purple face.

[Burney]

You'd have loved it. The caff was decked out with plastic England flags. Canned tomatoes, strong tea served by a lady with a purple face.

Canned tomatoes. There really is nothing more disgusting in a fry-up. Apart from beans, obviously.

[Ash]

Canned tomatoes. There really is nothing more disgusting in a fry-up. Apart from beans, obviously.

Well, mushrooms, basically - or as Headgear used to accurately describe them - the devil's cock-fungus.

[Sir C]

You'd have loved it. The caff was decked out with plastic England flags. Canned tomatoes, strong tea served by a lady with a purple face.

Yes, but Belvedere... was this somewhere on the spine road, where all the factories are?

I scarped the walls of a Marmite factory there when I first left school. Then I cleaned out a grain silo. Jesus H Christ, the filth in both those places was beyond human comprehension.

[Burney]

Yes, but Belvedere... was this somewhere on the spine road, where all the factories are?

I scarped the walls of a Marmite factory there when I first left school. Then I cleaned out a grain silo. Jesus H Christ, the filth in both those places was beyond human comprehension.

I scraped the walls of your mum's Marmite factory.


Sorry, couldn't resist.

[Ash]

Yes, but Belvedere... was this somewhere on the spine road, where all the factories are?

I scarped the walls of a Marmite factory there when I first left school. Then I cleaned out a grain silo. Jesus H Christ, the filth in both those places was beyond human comprehension.

It was on a little parade just north of the station. After brekky we turned east and headed to Erith. Are you sure your Marmite factory wasn't there? It's thrillingly industrial with a very modern focus on sustainability, due to the high concentration of metal recycling facilities. Which used to be called scrapyards.