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Was it 4-1 we beat them at The Dell with these 2 playing? I remember Neil Maddison launching Juniniho into the East Stand benches after about 5 minutes. Juniniho seemed to lose interest after that.

I stuck a meat skewer through my hand when I was trying to make a hole in my conkers.

Also the husband of the charity woman runs a legal advice company who (for a small fee) will take up your case. Callers to the helpline are referred to them. On Radio 4 this morning, John Humphries was tying her in knots about this.

Just been reading the autobiography of Joe Jackson, the singer/songwriter who I'm a bit of a fan of. Although he was born in Derbyshire, he grew up in Pompey and Gosport. This is his impression of Paulsgrove estate: “As for poor old Pompey, the architects and town planners of the 50s and 60s did their best to finish off the job that Hitler started. Our neighbourhood was ugly even by those standards. Paulsgrove consisted of council flats and semi-detached council houses, like ours, the top halves of which were covered with corrugated iron, which was in turn covered with peeling paint and dents made by bottles, stones and cricket balls. Some of our neighbours were kindly, but many of them were sinister, subhuman creatures. Their houses had broken windows, permanently patched with bits of wood, and kids sprawled outside them in a miasma of dirt and rubbish, dismembering toy soldiers or rusty tricycles. Mothers screamed at them through clouds of fag smoke. Fathers were at work or in the pub. Some of the kids were truly wretched, snotty-nosed guttersnipes right out of Oliver Twist. Once, on my way home from school, I passed a house where a young boy was calmly taking a sh*t on the front step. He returned my look of astonishment with a rude gesture. Years later, I went back to Paulsgrove with my American girlfriend who was curious to see where I'd grown up. By now, Paulsgrove was cleaner and greener but enough of the old neighbourhood remained for her to tell me that there was a name for this kind of place, and this kind of people. The name was 'White Trash'.”

Talking of the Cold War, has anybody any idea what the old Council bunker at the top of the Avenue is used for?

I think that you're talking a load of pollocks. There's no plaice for that sort of thing on this forum. Cue further fishy puns.

Nice touch from Cortese for a lady who went into labour while queueing for P*mpey tickets. http://www.saintsfc.co.uk/page/NewsDetail/0,,10280~1956947,00.html

I'm well past 25 and I wouldn't use The Sun as toilet paper. I've voted in every election since 1970 and so have seen governments of both parties. Apart from Thatcher, they all had some things I liked, but they all change once they get into power. As for poverty, I said that everyone should have good healthcare and education, but poverty's no excuse for crime. My parents had little money but they showed us the difference between right and wrong. Everyone bans on about "rights" but there should also be responsibilities.

My problem is that there's no party that meets my needs. I'm quite left-wing on some things - everyone should have equal access to good eduaction and health services regardless of their wealth. I'd remove the charitable status of private schools and compel doctors and, especially, dentists trained by the NHS to work for at least 5 years in the NHS. But I'm a bit right wing on other things. Zero tolerance on crime. None of this deprived childhood crap. Parents should be held responsible for their kids. So, Labour have lost sight of their original values, the Tories know the price of everything and the value of nothing, and the Liberals are just too wishy-washy. That just leaves the loony fringe parties. So, who to vote for?

One outstanding UK drama from the past was "Edge of Darkness". Unfortunately, it's just been given the Hollywood treatment (lots of big explosions).

It was only a rather strange alliance of Churchill and the left-wing parties that wanted to stand up to Hitler. Many in the higher reaches of the Tory party (and Edward VIII) thought Hitler to be a jolly good chap who made the trains run on time. The Daily Express was particularly supportive of the regime in Germany. Commercial TV (and the BBC to some extent) seems intent on churning out endless "talent" shows, cookery programmes and stuff about houses. Serious drama is somewhat lacking. Where is the UK equivalent of HBO?

Perhaps this could help: http://www.thedailymash.co.uk/sport/sport-headlines/brisk-start-for-webuyanyfootballclub.com-201002012429/

They have the rights for all the live commentaries which, presumably, the club receives a fee for. Unlike the Echo they don't indulge in spurious stories.

I see that the Echo now admit that NC was approached by AC Milan which shows up their previous article to be the cheap, shoddy journalism that it is. I like the way that, whenever they mention Radio Solent, they add "which has a commercial arrangement with SFC". Perhaps Mr Kerins would like to defend his employer....

Not bad. The Vine - halfway down Cherville St on the left heading out of town. The Sceptre - Yep, on the corner of Palmerston St. Sawyers Arms- In The Hundred opposite Linden Road. Bricklayers Arms - White building at the bottom of Banning St by the stream. Railway View - In Station Rd by the before it becomes Latimer St. The Crown - In Winchester Rd just past the Texaco garage but before the Plaza Crossed Keys - Bell St almost opposite Bradbeers. One I missed was the Red Lion - in The Hundred on the right just before Palmerston St

Me too. Good old Barton Peveril Grammar (the lovely Reg Bowyer as head)

My mum always called it Rumsey. Another way that you can spot a old Romsonian is how the pronounce Braishfield. The "i" is not used so it's Brashfield.

Regarding the pubs: There is a Vine at Ower but there used to a pub of that name half way down Cherville St on the left. The Fleming Arms was at the corner of Station Road and Alma Road. I believe the building is now called Fleming House.

OK Romsonians, These are the pubs that were open when I was a nipper but are no longer with us. The Star The Vine The Angel The Sceptre The Sawyers Arms The Bricklayers Arms The Railway View The Fleming Arms The Crown The Horse & Jockey The Kings Head The Crossed Keys Do you know where they all were? (No cheating by using t'internet) Or are there any that I've missed?

I'm also a Romsonian, although now living in God's chosen city. I can trace my mother's family in Romsey back to the 1850's. I lived there for the first 25 years of my life and, when I was a kid, it was a small market town, with a Thursday livestock market (just behind Bell St). Everyone knew everyone else and most people worked in the town. Now it's mainly a dormitory town and has lost a lot of it's character. Too many newcomers want to change things and the real locals can lose out. This is happening in many "attractive" small towns that are within commuting distance of cities. Demand pushes up property prices forcing local young people to move elsewhere if they want to buy property.

You're stuck in the situation where you need a job to get experience but without experience no one will give you a job. I was in the same situation when I changed career in my early 30's. I did the courses, passed the exams and applied for loads of jobs. Luckily someone who'd been in a similar situation earlier in their career decided to give me a chance and I was OK. Just be persistent. Don't just go for advertised jobs. Many vacancies are not advertised, so do a bit of cold calling, ask around etc and don't be too fussy to start with. Once you've got a bit of experience you can be a bit more choosy.

"Breaking News" on R. Solent at 9.00am

I was at Barton Peveril Grammar in the 62-63 winter and we never lost a single day. It started snowing on Boxing Day '62 and continued on and off until the end of Feb. Me and my mates use to walk up the old canal at Romsey which had frozen. I was amazed at the number of dead birds that had dropped from the trees frozen solid. When the snow finally melted, we had a huge lake on our playing fields which was there till mid May.

Wolf Hall - Hilary Mandel Absorbing book about Thomas Cromwell, Henry VIII's enforcer. If you think that politics these days is a dirty game, the Tudors could eat this lot for breakfast.

His idea of political debate is to hurl insults. Do you think that he's left infant school yet?