Indeed!
Indeed!
I can totally relate. Mine is paired with a French surname, so you can imagine how well that goes when other people try to write it.
I’ve just caught up with the first episode. Very enjoyable and I will be listening again, but one point of order: your parents spelt your name that way because they are legends, not because they hate you.
The inclusion of ‘proverb’ here feels like bait.
I blame Cyril Knowles for this BTW.
Can I throw Son into the mix here? I think basically every Spurs pod has at least one person who pronounces it to rhyme with ‘sun’ rather than ‘on’. Drives me to distraction!
Just incredible.
He makes himself big
White Hart Lane, former home of #TottenhamHotspur (1923)
📸 Historic England
Always and forever. #COYS
Thanks for this. I’m a relative newcomer to the pod but it’s one of the first I listen to now. Feel like your measured, non-knee-jerk takes are helping me to stay sane despite the mess we’re in at the moment.
I watched them in the last round. I don’t think it’s so much about the pitch - Tonks just has a lethal throw-in.
When you’ve been robbed, you don’t just shut the polite fuck up and move on.
We’re flirting heavily with the phrase “whoever smelt it dealt it” here.
Jimmy Cantrell
Bobby Steel
📅 On this day in 1912, Tottenham Hotspur beat Woolwich Arsenal 3-0 away at the Manor Ground in Plumbstead!
Jimmy Cantrell (2) and Bobby Steel scored for Spurs.
thfcdb.com/matches/1912...
#COYS
A shared link for those that wish to read. I've read far more articles like this today than negative ones. Maybe the narrative is not as set as some might believe
www.thetimes.com/article/947e...
Image description: This poem is presented in the form an excel spreadsheet, with words in each cell. The line ‘Our cells shall merge themselves together’ is in a longer merged cell, and there are filter arrows on the line ‘Remove this filter from my heart’. Love Excels Let's spread ourselves on sheets of love, and turn our data into poetry. Our cells shall merge themselves together as you wrap your text around me. Our sum is greater than our parts, let's crunch our figures without compunction. Remove this filter from my heart, you give me form and function. We shall frolic among the formulae, pivot our tables now and often. I will total all your rows and you can add my column. Brian Bilston
Today’s poem is called ‘Love Excels’.
Sir Alex Ferguson posing with a clay model of himself, designed for the creation of a new statue
Tony Hart and Morph on the set of Hart Beat (1984)
"Sir Bill" with two of his ex-captains!
Rodri is a unicorn isn’t he
So when did you start supporting Spurs? #COYS
I inherited Spurs. My dad grew up in Tottenham, and his dad took him to the home games in the double-winning year. My first game was in 1988, but the day it really clicked was at Wembley in 1991 - we went to the 3-1 semi-final against Arsenal. Unreal.
It’s mad how these things stick in the memory. I know exactly where I was when Klinsmann scored that goal, even though I was a teenager just hanging out in town. I was in Our Price (RIP) in St Albans, listening to the radio on one headphone at that exact moment. Glorious.
I only exist because my grandfathers (one Scottish, one English) met in a Japanese POW camp. They made it home and stayed friends. Both got married and had kids, and two of those kids fell in love and had me and my brother.
Here we are then. We go again
If you see this, post a concert picture you took.
(One from just over a week ago.)
I’m in! 👋 Thanks again for the code.