Monbon

You started it with 'egregious'.

You are preaching to an ex postie!

I have a Swiss White Sheppherd: she is much, much better looking than your blanc pooches...And she's sweet and gentle not like yours. self described as 'Attack Dogs'. I know, they keep your Moyston Claret drinking citadel safe from marauding Romseyites.

Nah: too much hair.

That's way more succinct that the ambiguity of Maritime associations or sheer haughty naughtiness.

Is nautious a maritime word or a cute way of saying naughty?

Good point. As a matter of fact, it did occur to me when watching the replay that there are times in every game where the ball always seems to by played on the other wing - hence Langdon's relative quietness in the first half and Hunter's in the second half. The same probably applies to Chandler. I really love the way he plays, with heart and soul and great skill. So I take it back....

I suppose you wanna just go back to bananas and the preversions and decadence of the Romsey Manor. And I worked out last night - well, what else does one do when insomnia reigns, apart from reaching for yet another valium - that when you claim to be only drinking Top Shelf, that it was Moyston Claret, or Seaview Cab Sav. Am I write?

Wise gal, your mum.

Langdon did his deeds quietly and efficiently: agree about Chandler - 2 quiet games in a row...

Stole dem words straight out of my tryping fingers.

Surely the issue here is Sparrow's momentum and Day's reaction. Players are told to tackle - it's part of the contact sport known as AFL football. Players who don't get spurned by their coaches and fellow players. Had Sparrow pinned his arms then you have a case. The fact is, he legally tackled him by the waist, Day's arms were free: the end result was as much to do with Day's reaction as Sparrow's tackle....

They made a lot of noise about the Port Adelaide/North game, same as the garbage games last week. The Melbourne Hawthorn game did not rate a mention,

Two weeks in a row now and they discuss and play highlights and lowlights of every game except the Melbourne games. Is this Damo's answer to getting the Jacob Van R case totally wrong?

Squeaking about St Albans, I was glad to see the Haimes Paint cheque going to my old footy club, Sunshine, just down the road from Albania. I played in the ruck against Laurie Sandilands in a semi final against West Footscray in 1966, kicked two goals, was named as one of the best in a losing team. During the second quarter our number one ruckman, a stocky Alan Morrow type, somehow lay Sandilands on the ground behind play - I'm not saying he 'struck him', right, I don't wanna get sued - and as usual I was the only Sunshine player in the area when Sandilands' team mates discovered his cadaver. They all rushed towards me and I was on the brink of blurting out, IT WASN'T ME!!!!

You sound like a flatulence denier. What's testy about discussing the realities of daily life: as Maupassant put it, Marriage is the exchange of bad temper during the day, and bad smells during the night.

So Sparrow was to know that Day had been concussed, therefore, don't tackle. This tackling issue has become a victim of legalese semantics. Tackling is still part of the game and unless arms are pinned, the spur of the moment outcomes are incontrollable. I am beginning to believe the AFL is a crock of fulldust.

'Christian will look like an absolute goose.' Not again!!!!!

Yes, trypical as in Trype...Like my Trypewriter...

In fact, these fundamental aspects of human existence go totally unencucumbered in our blissful domain.

A fart means nought to me. It is part of life, like drinking cammomile: my wife and I are world champions. We also vie for number one in the world champion snoring steaks. ( sic) .

Yes, indeed. And Butler strikes Hibberd, another fine. What total utter biased fullkrap. Christian is a biased autocrat - an Oligarch- who needs to be dethroned.

Farts mean nothing to me: I am a profound flatulater, and so is my wife.

Yes: this is trypical Romsey repartee: I went to school with Romsey boys, they were all uncouth, one was even a Templar!!!

6: Petracc 5: Oliver 4: Viney 3: Rivers 2: Neale Bullen 1: Brayshaw. Honorable mention to Petty.