24hoursfromtulsehill

Posh away is my birthday. Mrs 24 has already been there. Saw us get dicked 5-2 by Boyd, Mackail-Smith and Mclean.

Worst leaflet I've ever seen. My son is thinking about having a go though. I haven't encouraged him to go into the family profession but he's keen and naturally has the genetic talent for predicting. I've told him he'll be getting no help from me and that he has to do it by himself on his own terms.

I love the "trees have been planted" ruse. And as if they don't end up in landfill. Still. At least you're taking the train to work...so that's something positive for the environment.

I ain't got no colleagues in DEFRA. Let me get this straight. You're saying that a printed shiny leaflet (for pizza and curry delivery, or a niche South London Christian sect) has a smaller carbon footprint than an internet or email advert? How much would you like to bet on that?

Is there gonna be an environmentally questionable leafleting campaign? Yeah...THAT will change people's minds about participating in a dying competition.

Fuck off the pair of ye.

Oh God. Here we go. The tyranny of low ambition. I'm out. My punditry services are withdrawn. To be fair, the pay wasn't what it is on the ex-cricketer circuit.

This is where we're at in this competition. I do my best to promote it but feel like I'm swimming against the tide most of the time.

They met in Costa in the Featherstall Road Tesco. Flown in by private jet using some of Ex_pat's dirty cash.

Yes to Bastard Rovers. No to Rotherham...I'm away on my Grand Tour.

Not a great start to the season (I defo can't make Portsmouth or Bristol Rovers) but looking forward to the fixture gluts in November and April...not to mention the very reachable title-winning fixture against Northampton.

Corporate manslaughter at the very least this.

The Tories are bang to rights for this and they know it. Council cuts. Fire service cuts, including shit pay deals forever. Legal aid cuts. Out of control property market. Shit rights for renters. Shit penalties for bad landlords. They've fought and won elections on this platform...and this is what you get.

^This is brilliant. I'm probably the inverse in the sense that the few times I've watched Latics over the years, I've sometimes wondered whether I might prefer to be at home listening to Gordon call it rather than be at the game. Is it too early to suggest a minute's silence on Latics Player to commemorate?

No. It's about junior school johnny-come-lateleys like you respecting the History of the Game and it's Founding Fathers. Without me and Dave Collinge, there would be no prediction league for you to skank...which you've only done after my retirement and after Dave (let's be fair to Dave) has put his best days at the crystal ball behind him.

Funnily enough I think you might be one of the few with a chance of getting to the very top of predicting, which is when you've won both amateur and professional titles. This would mean you winning a professional title. And an amateur one. So I take that back.

Going back a bit there aren't you? I'm also not sure about 2015. Besides, it's incumbent on anyone who might even just possibly control the largest grouping to reach out. Obviously talks between McDonnell and the DUP might be strained, but if there were a chance, I'd expect talks. Talks about a deal and actually making a deal are two different things. It's a tough world in which the one who makes the deal gets panned, which is what's coming May's way if she gets through this week. You just have to suck that up. Whataboutery is just piss weak at this point in events.

I've got nothing to prove. You should come up here...or at least try to get a bit closer...to the high plain of Predicting Glory, where it feels like you can just reach out and touch the Milky Way...where it feels like you are among the immortal stars of antiquity, you miserable piece of shit, scrabbling around in the dirt for points to get you even halfway up the mountain, where you can barely see anything through the dense foliage that refuses to yield to your blunt machete.

Ah. I see where you're at now. Cussing the Legends of Predicting as a group. Did I say pathetic little ants? I should've said pathetic and delusional little ants.

Something doesn't look right to me and Dave Collinge from up here on the high plain, where only champions can take the thin air...but then again we are far above your ludicrous fray and can barely make out any human figures down there. From up here, you all look like pathetic little ants.

I think we should be talking more about the role of the voters in making this United Kingdom of Great Britain and Norn Iron a failed state. The voters have decided they want their cars to rust in their negative-equity driveways.

They've got some explaining to do. In fact...while we're on the subject...I know fuck all about politics, polling, elections, government, parliament, MPs or voters. Especially voters.

Good point this. The exit poll might have been bang on but the YouGov efforts during the campaign, then the Survation ones, are still very suspicious. They might have been half right or nearly right, but in polling you've also got to be right for the right reasons. Getting the Tory vote out isn't a right reason.

This is the madness of political betting.

Props to everyone sticking by the line that the Tories won more seats and had a bigger vote share etc...after seeing the face of the victorious weird robot lady. Keep going, brothers and sisters. It'll stick eventually.