I was forced to endure the start of Radio borers evening programme tonight, unab;e to turn off the radio, I had to endure the demented chunterings of Alistair Brownlee (now referred to as Al Brownlee) as he orchestrated the football equivalent of the daily service worshipping at the altar of all things remotely borer. Tonight was journalists night and the token 'make up the numbers but we aren't really interested' representative was that doyen of the world of journalism...Frank Reid (surely some mistake) who was required to make a brief comment of things so far in Pools season...after several long seconds, Al coukld be heard wilting as the programme was not discusiing his bunny boiling obsession of a club so he leapt in and proclaimed that Tony Mowbray, boro favourite was indeed mananger of West Brom soon to be Pools opponents and the radio equivalent of a verbal bag snatch was deftly achieved to perfection, as the subject was turned back to things borer...oh dear.
Frank Reid...a journalist....?

As I drove to watch the second half of the Ressies last night, I had Cleveland on in the car (god only knows why). They were discussing the most important match in Middlesbrough's history. Someone said it was definitely at Hartlepool. Some sense being spoken I thought, maybe some acknowledgement of our saving their irrelevant little club. When someone, probably Brownlee, piped up 'poor old Hartlepool'. What the fook, it was his team their were on the verge of going out of business, he can push his condescending opinions up his back passage.

He must be a magician this Al guy. Not only can he command the attention of two perfectly sane, Boro hating Poolies for longer than is deemed appropriate, but he can also freeze the off switch on their respective radios.
Strange.....................................................................

another Bunker lynch mob needed - methinks (ha ha, that'll get Jimmy Nail out of bed)!!!

Not strange at all ... if the radio is playing at deck level and you're working up above, you have to climb all the way down to turn it off, which is what happened. Unless llike you, we have superhuman powers and can turn it off by will power alone. ......

Silly me, I forgot about my superhuman powers.