Denzel

I forgot to do my predictions for yesterday's games. !*!@# ' nuns.

The best local band I've ever heard were the Station's own 'Greek Love'. Quality electronica for the discerning music lover.

Mr Darn straight in like a rat up a drainpipe.

Ray Lamontagne!

I was thinking that!

Call the cops.

Aye, Merry Xmas and that.

Aye, the local rags need more badly designed adverts full of spelling mistakes.

The Dun Cow looked particularly welcoming when I walked past with the dog yesterday.

The club man, woman, man!

Yours truly rampaging up the charts like Leon Jackson.

A 24 hour filling station would be ideal for the members of the Sun Inn Gentlemen's Club to stock up on late night goodies; it would save Pieheed having to traipse down to the North in his bare feet for a packet of snouts.

A marvellous venue; I worked there for 2 years.

Aye, The Fall are the cornerstone of any decent Christmas soundtrack like.

Handstands?

GoldenEye. I win.

Slowcore dirge. Ronette's - Sleighride; that's Xmas pal.

Mint! A long exposure photograph of a dual carriageway, with 2 cars on, at night. I hope you've got the copyright for this technique, or people may start ripping it off.

Right. Thanks for that.

Bloody yobs.

Sounds like the obvious place to go for an Epicurean feast on a Sunday.

Where the bliddy hell is Wisky's?!

Just take Shanks' pony like everyone else. Kids, they don't know they're born these days.

True, my bushy mane is a little unkempt, it's time I ditched the Freddie Boswell look.

I shall now be going 'hammer and tongs' at this for the rest of the season, now that Hamburger Pimp has revealed the prize for the winner; a 1/32nd scale model of the Red Lion, resplendent with day-glo stickers and the ubiquitous broken glass outside.