Remember when Poppy Day/Remembrance used to be a dignified affair? Taking time out to remember those who had given up everything, rather than the tacky performative nonsense parts of it have become in the last few years. We need to put the brakes on and think about what it means
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We’ve gone global ladies and gents 🇫🇷
#YouFrenchCitizens
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Jesus...
Readers added context they thought people might want to know
Michael Owen did not say this, this image has been digitally altered, the quote originally only talks about how Gerard Houllier called him to notify him of his victory.
bbc.co.uk/sport/football…
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The amount of people that believed this shows how thick the British public are 😂 dangerous letting these people vote
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Good morning you patriotic specimens, get your best England shirt, poppy, Stone Island jacket and Burtons funeral trousers on and get yourself in here. We open at 8, the breakfast is unrestricted and nobody at the door has been asked to check your understanding of current affairs
30 years ago today. When a team from the South Coast thrashing Man Utd was considered a shock
#OnThisDay 1996
Southampton put 6 past Manchester United.
Egil Ostenstad (@Egilostenstad) 2, Eyal Berkovic 2, Matt Le Tissier (@mattletiss7) and a Phil Neville own goal with the Saints goals 🔴⚪️ #SaintsFC
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Babe, wake up! The Chelsea highlights against Tottenham are out #CFCTOT #DownloadStadianityPal
When #saintsfc were 2-1 up, I said to my mate we'd be 4-2 down by HT. West Ham battered us for a while. I reckon we went about 15 mins without touching the ball in their half around that time. Excellent game management by us second half, and some great saves from the keeper
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There is no better proof available for the contempt production staff have for their own channel. Unbelievable TV. A deep shame that there was probably about 8 people watching it
This would be me. I can't do finger nails. I'd pass out. Eurgh
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Just begun re-reading Groucho Marx's "Memoirs Of A Mangy Lover" for the first time in over 50 years.
Published in 1963, I am startled by its opening paragraph that suddenly seems madly contemporary.


























