Shilton, Ward, Hindley ??
Grummitt?
Peter Taylor!!!
James Milner played and scored for Aston Villa days before he moved to Man city.
Anyway, I would now like to talk about Craig Bellamy.
May I be cynical for a bit? I hope you don't mind, but with Craig Bellamy's latest barrage of stuck-up personal attacks, I can't resist the urge to make a few cynical comments. As this letter will make clear, there isn't so much as a molecule of evidence that 75 million years ago, a galactic tyrant named Xenu solved the overpopulation problem of his 76-planet federation by transporting the excess people to Earth, chaining them to volcanoes, and dropping H-bombs on them. The only reason that Craig claims otherwise is that I want to live my life as I see fit. I can't do that while Craig still has the ability to distract attention from more important issues. Be honest; can you in any way believe his claim that he knows 100% of everything 100% of the time? I myself cannot, mainly because he's often accused of creating a regime of inhumane wowserism. His adulators usually respond with a message along the lines of, "So what? At least Craig isn't squeezing every last drop of blood from our overworked, overtaxed bodies." I suppose there's an argument to be made for that, but aren't we forgetting that Craig's fusillades are more often out of sync with democratic values than aligned with them?
Craig's chums allege, after performing shoddy research and utilizing threadbare scholarship, that a number of Craig's opponents are planning to let sleazy dorks run rampant through the streets. If, after hearing facts like that, you still believe that public opinion is a reliable indicator of what's true and what isn't, then there is certainly no hope for you. Craig likes saying that his foes are aligned with very dark and malevolent fourth-dimensional aliens known as Draconians. Okay, that's a parody—but not a very gross one. In point of fact, Craig is absolutely mistaken if he believes that it's perfectly safe to drink and drive.
If we don't do something soon, Craig's misguided apothegms will rise like a golem with a million hands on a million throats to choke the honor out of decent, hardworking people. In light of my stance on this issue, we must challenge Craig's purblind assumptions about merit. To do anything else, and I do mean anything else, is a complete waste of time.
Craig is willing to promote truth and justice when it's convenient. But when it threatens his creature comforts, Craig throws principle to the wind. Yes, he may be nothing more than a disposable tool of power-wielding, abominable boeotians but when people see noxious trolls behaving like noxious trolls they begin to realize that Craig's views are based on a technique I'm sure you've heard of. It's called "lying". Some people don't seem to mind that Craig likes to encourage amateurish twits to see themselves as victims and, therefore, live by alibis rather than by honest effort. What a scornful, incompetent world we live in!
Sometime in the future Craig will send the wrong message to children. Fortunately, that hasn't happened...yet. But it will doubtlessly happen if we don't drag Craig in front of a tribunal and try him for his crimes against humanity. In a nutshell, Craig Bellamy's latest animadversions have arisen like a phoenix out of the ashes and failures of their eccentric forebears.
I love the way this article hasn't even been mentioned on this thread!
http://www.thisisnottingham.co.uk/sp...l/article.html
I would like to clarify some comments I made recently regarding Peter Whittingham.
In the first place, Peter often argues that Marxism forms the core of any utopian society. A similar argument was first made over 1200 years ago by a well-known Luddite and was quickly disproved. In those days, however, no one would have doubted that a bunch of homicidal bozos have recently been accused of selling quack pharmaceutical supplies (and you should be suspicious whenever you hear such telltale words and phrases as "breakthrough", "miracle", "secret remedy", "exclusive", and "clinical studies prove that..."). Peter's fingerprints are all over that operation. Even if it turns out that he is not ultimately responsible for instigating it, the sheer amount of his involvement demands answers. For instance, why can't Peter value a diversity of approaches without needing to rank them as better and worse? Well, if I knew that, I'd be in Stockholm picking up my prize and a sizable check.
30/09/2021: It's only 8 points to the play-offs. Doesn't matter if we're 20th having lost three times as many games as we've won so far. I fancy us now that Hughton's gone.
Whittingham was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, the son of London-born Annie Elizabeth (Main) and William Balfour Whittingham, master baker in 1930. He has a brother about six years younger, and a sister about ten years younger than himself. Whittingham was educated at the Royal High School in the city, but did not attend university. After leaving school, he then decided he wanted to be an actor (while performing in amateur theatricals at a church youth club). However, his first job was with the Ministry of Agriculture. He then did his National Service with the RAF during which he was the shortest commissioned officer in the British Forces. After National Service he moved to London to pursue his acting ambition. Starting in 1952 his first foray into professional showbiz was playing schoolboy roles in films. At 5 ft 1½ in (1.562 m) tall, Whittingham was ideally suited to playing younger than his years. References to his height - or lack thereof - frequently crop up in his self-deprecating humour.
He has worked in film, television, strip clubs as a midget policeman and on stage since the 1950s. In his first stage co-starring appearance he was billed as Ronald Whittingham, appearing at Cromer, North Norfolk in the show "Take it easy" in 1956 co-starring with Graham Stark. He appeared in Crackerjack as a regular in its early days, one episode with Winifred Atwell. He had a walk-on role in an early episode of the 1960s series The Saint (credited as 'Peter Whittingham') and made appearances in several films, including Rockets Galore (1957), Casino Royale (1967), Some Will, Some Won't (1970) and the film version of the farce No Sex Please, We're British (1973).
In the 1960s he was appearing in cabaret at Winston's, Danny La Rue's Mayfair nightclub. This was very much the 'in' place and was patronised by the show business glitterati. It was here that Whittingham was first seen by David Frost who asked him to appear in The Frost Report. Whittingham's appearance was made possible by a career low point. In 1965 he was in the West End playing Will Scarlett in Lionel Bart's Robin Hood musical Twang!, which was expected to be a big hit, but it was a dismal failure, and its closure meant that Whittingham was free to do The Frost Report.
No wonder my post count etc...
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Andrew Keogh off to Cardiff this is getting ridiculous. Would have loved to get Keogh.
do we really need whittingham surely a centre back,centre midfield and another striker are more of a priority
I'd love a left winger, we don't have one at all at the mo!
"I've been blessed with many things in this life: an arm like a damn rocket, a c**k like a burmese python, and the mind of a f**king scientist" - Kenny Powers
Cardiff know how to build on the decent finish they had next season and are certainly seizing the initiative. Now siging Keogh. Funny how they are flat broke and we are supposed to have money yet we have **** all. Embarassing I say
It is and it isnt.
Your right, they are seizing the initiative and are going balls out for promotion. Spot on.
But, they are blowing alot of money, which they dont really have, and look to be betting thier clubs financial security on the gamble of promotion. Its boom or bust for them.
I wish we were signing the players they are, but then Im glad we know our club is realtively secure.
Though I do think we've become a preston level club now. A forgotten former giant, who is now happy to motor along in the lower reaches- but flirt with the play offs every couple of years.
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I think Carlos Merino's first name was really Peter.
And what are the penalties for doing this? Pretty much nothing. Portsmouth won the Fa Cup and attempted to stay in the Premier League by running up huge debts, and yet after a spell in administration, they haven't had to sell all of their saleable players, and have 'new' owners who look suspiciously like the old owners who only have to repay 20% of the original debt.
What happens to Cardiff if they fail? Bellamy goes back to City, sell a couple of players, then go into administration and pay as little of the debt as they can get away with.
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