Said we are Premier League, said we are Premier League. Job Done. In Rafa we trust.

(sorry we won’t see you there mackems 🙂 )

In the Central, with memories. We sat about there. The seat was ripped. The gents was lacking a door. The jukebox was over there, far end. You always said you meant to play Magic Bus but you put on I Want To Know What Love Is. I already knew.

None of that’s here now. The memories are but none of the rest, or you. I’m not sad. I’m just sad.

And then Dakota; plays. You and I. And I think how many songs have you missed. I’m still not sad, honest.

It doesn’t matter who I’m travelling with, or not. Nor who is here or not. When I look out the train window and see lobba hill over the Team Valley on one side and Bensham on the other, I will always smile. 

Can’t be the only one expecting #stoneroses to sing “Muskehounds are Always Ready” in that chorus, can I?

Just like to wish a happy 90th birthday to Boaty McBoatface * Well, if they can call the boat after him, why not the other way round

Attempt number 5 or 6 to get into the mystery locked room. There had better be treasure!