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When i think back to the 60s and who attended United games the above is about it. If Tallulah Bankhead was around she would have stormed the dressing rooms and could not have been stopped, even with an emptied shotgun or shotguns, declaring " where are the men", as she did on set, and in the united dressing room, come up vacant.
Labourers, brickies, shop assistants, and irish navvies came, yes there were plenty of them, they fixed the roads, built things, they bought loads from the shops on Gwydir Street when it had some. The coarseness did make me wish Cromwell had done a better job for a moment.
What has changed, nothing. The unemployed go, many of them, most unemployable, thanks to socialism, being paid to waste away, the old, the young if they have a job its as a tyre fitter on the Newmarket road, if they buy a burger its dining out.
If Shakespeare was broadcast on the tannoy at half time, would these people recognise it? , no but would instantly recognise the warbling of the idiot Starmer.
Or the toilet paper Trotsky wrote on.
How can it be Shakespeare wrote gloriously in bad light, ancient surroundings, yet the club cannot produce any written parchment worth reading, including the programme, does anyone buy it? If the boards speech was recorded, it would sound like the grunting of boars, twittering of finches by some, or the belly oaths of an elephant, all saying the usual.
How can anyone go through the same routine game after game, year after year, decade after decade, all ending the same way.
Barrys life must be deficient, doesnt he have a dog, or feed the birds daily, that gives him meaning, not this crud.
It is only the catholic church and all its corruption that can eclipse united as the biggest gob of crap on the landscape of Cambridge. Nope, Labour are second, United third, there promotion again.
Good evening.
Labourers, brickies, shop assistants, and irish navvies came, yes there were plenty of them, they fixed the roads, built things, they bought loads from the shops on Gwydir Street when it had some. The coarseness did make me wish Cromwell had done a better job for a moment.
What has changed, nothing. The unemployed go, many of them, most unemployable, thanks to socialism, being paid to waste away, the old, the young if they have a job its as a tyre fitter on the Newmarket road, if they buy a burger its dining out.
If Shakespeare was broadcast on the tannoy at half time, would these people recognise it? , no but would instantly recognise the warbling of the idiot Starmer.
Or the toilet paper Trotsky wrote on.
How can it be Shakespeare wrote gloriously in bad light, ancient surroundings, yet the club cannot produce any written parchment worth reading, including the programme, does anyone buy it? If the boards speech was recorded, it would sound like the grunting of boars, twittering of finches by some, or the belly oaths of an elephant, all saying the usual.
How can anyone go through the same routine game after game, year after year, decade after decade, all ending the same way.
Barrys life must be deficient, doesnt he have a dog, or feed the birds daily, that gives him meaning, not this crud.
It is only the catholic church and all its corruption that can eclipse united as the biggest gob of crap on the landscape of Cambridge. Nope, Labour are second, United third, there promotion again.
Good evening.