Seems to be hard to access compared to many at other clubs. Only Nathan Thomas has found it and he is fairly local so he probably got a relative to scout it out it for him before he tried to get in.

Where is it exactly? Top of the back of the Mill House? JPNG might want to consider a nice new one that is at ground level and near the offices. Something more like a patio door would be ideal really.

Sounds like one of Sep Blatters ideas, a transfer patio door

I think it's down to one of these reasons;

a) It's located in the back room at Verrils
b) It's located in the ticket office
c) Nathan Luscombe is stuck in it

Maybe could put it in the Corner Flag as they dont have a window.

If you can get through to the ticket office on the phone you are then sent a secret code a bit like your bank pin number which you have to phone and are then directed to a set of coordinates that will reveal a location that if you can then find you will find the transfer window.

Players trying to get through our transfer window.

When your all set to sign for Pools but then realise its in the North East

While we are pondering the whereabouts of transfer windows, I will tell a joke. The joke has nothing to do with transfer windows, but I like it.

An Englishman, a Scotsman, a Welshman, an Italian, a Peruvian, a Serb, a Spaniard, a Nigerian, a Swede, an Egyptian, a Mongolian, a Finn and a Canadian all went to a club together.
"I'm sorry," said the doorman, "but you can't come in without a Thai."

How do you make a duck into a soul singer?

Put him in the microwave till his Bill Withers

CCTV footage of what is really happening with the FA Cup money.

Oh - joke thread ...

A duck walks into a pub and orders a pint of beer and a ham sandwich.

The bartender looks at him and says, "Hang on! You're a duck."

"I see your eyes are working," replies the duck.

"And you can talk!" exclaims the bartender.

"I see your ears are working, too," says the duck. "Now if you don't mind, can I have my beer and my sandwich please?"

"Certainly, sorry about that" says the bartender as he pours the duck a pint. "It's just we don't get many ducks in this pub. What are you doing around this way?"

"I'm working on the building site across the road," explains the duck. "I'm a plasterer."

The flabbergasted bartender cannot believe the duck and wants to learn more, but takes the hint when the duck pulls out a newspaper from his bag and proceeds to read it.

So, the duck reads his paper, drinks his beer, eats his sandwich, bids the barman good day and leaves.

The same thing happens for two weeks.

Then one day the circus comes to town.

The ringmaster comes into the pub for a pint and the bartender says to him:

"You're with the circus, aren't you? Well, I know this duck that could be just brilliant in your circus. He talks, drinks beer, eats sandwiches, reads the newspaper and everything!"

"Sounds marvelous," says the ringmaster, handing over his business card. "Get him to give me a call."

So the next day when the duck comes into the pub the bartender says, "Hey Mr. Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money."

"I'm always looking for the next job," says the duck. "Where is it?"

"At the circus," says the bartender.

"The circus?" repeats the duck.

"That's right," replies the bartender.

"The circus?" the duck asks again. "With the big TENT?"

"Yeah!" the bartender replies.

"With all the animals who live in CAGES, and performers who live in CARAVANS?" says the duck.

"Of course," the bartender replies.

"And the tent has CANVAS sides and a big canvas roof with a hole in the middle?" persists the duck.

"That's right!" says the bartender.

The duck shakes his head in amazement, and says:

"What would they want with a plasterer??"

LOL.

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Latest picture of 'our' transfer window....

Don't know about transfer windows . .. shop windows are for reflections ..you'll always catch me smiling.

Well you are a huge TV fan and everyone's got to find a way to watch the things they like. We're mugs paying the licence fee.

OK, another joke.
It's about a bloke with a phobia who's been consulting a psychiatrist for many weeks, but still no diagnosis has been reached. "Right," says the psychiatrist, "I'll get to the bottom of this. I'm going to show you a series of random ink blots, and you will tell me what pictures you see in them. This will give me some insight into the way your mind works."

Ink blot one. "I see a naked woman riding on horse back," says the patient.
Ink blot two. "I see a group of people on a beach, having an orgy."
This goes on for a good while.
"I think I'm beginning to understand," the psychiatrist says. "You are clearly a sex maniac."
"Me?" says the patient indignantly. "You're the one with the porn collection."