dieter

My mum never understood that it's not a binary world, DC, hence her advice. Anyway, it's the duty of everyone to forge their own way in the world, in other words, not to listen to their mothers. I met a bloke on Friday, for example, who said his deal old mum told him to never trust a Chinaman. Just for example...

Gee, to my amazement I have found very many unsavoury type characters on Demonland. This is the kind of site my mum told me not to visit.

Is that as good as Mortadella?

Hope I don't get banned again: and the fella on the left?

'you may well be right, rjay;, I may be crazy, but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for, turn out the lights...... ( Billy Joel.)

I don't care what anyone says, what anyone thinks, we live in modern times. This looks like true love to me. I can see wedding bells. Peter Bell will be Best man. Long live True Love, it's a dying breed, if you ask me.

Yeah, imahe that, 2 Weidemans running around, grandpa and grandson. Wouldn't that make Bruce salivate.

We want Ron Barassi and Jack Mueller.

You sound like Ron B and Gerry Gee....

Seriously scary.

I'm not sure about Lovell not 'living up to his potential'. I thought he was a damn fine player, hampered by injury.

I got suspended last year for making a similarly tongue in cheek post.

Because of their success since 2008, I doubt they've had any 'choice' draft picks since 2004. That was my point. As you point out, that's catching up with them now.

Interestingly, the Hawks - who I hate, have done since the Scott/Mathews reign of terror - have proved you don't need high draft picks to become a great side. They just very cannily seduce the right kind of fellas to come on down and maybe win a flag or two.

My point is Dangerfield/Schmangerfield, as long as loves his momma and plays many, many good games for the Melbourne Football Club. God you blokes get bogged down in trivial pursuits....

Wheat Bix. Silly boy if he is. It's no good for ya. Next time you see him, tell him to buy OATS instead.

He probably has Toesolitis. I have kneemonia in both knees.

Ah, the mighty Maurie Bartlett...

Was that final against Sunshine?

I thought you were Agent Orange.

I loved the way he played as well. Now there was a half back line: Anderson, Roet, Leahy.

My name is Dieter because it rhymes with Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater, a rhyme my second ex-wife turned into Lady Eater. And because there is absolutely no Demon player ever called Dieter. Big Carl came close. And the Demon Krauts could have been named more imaginatively: Obst, Schwartz, Neitz, Mueller, Fritsch, Ditterich, Mann. Just imagine Dieter Ditterich, Dieter Schwartz, Dieter Nietz, ah the list is endless.

Not to mention certain people in a certain region of the world which apparently has Biblical references. The whole region in fact, you know that area which certain Western countries feel they have to either invade or 'sort out', if you like.Apparently, it's a good region to test the latest weapons of mass destruction, things like depleted uranium etc etc

dl4e, if you're going to be Irish, please spell it right: it's taut.

We'll probably never know the truth about Hogan's departure. No point conjecturing, no point going on about generational gaps, no point farting nails. As someone said to me once, It is what it is. What it is we'll never know.