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Don't forget to have a pint in that "Technical pub" in the high street.

Decent ale pub, although strangely full of marxist looking fellas with fobbish hair, goatie beards, roll neck shirts smelling of sausage and cabbage and pretending to read rather large paperback novels. (No doubt by Tolstoy or Solzhenitzyn or some such literary great).

The cabbage and sausage smell, and two quick pints made me feel very hungry so I polished off two rather welcome Balti pies at the ground. Recommended.

Pity I can't make it this weekend.

HH

What self respecting Marxist would be reading Solzhenitzyn?

Leyton is a bit of a wasteland for pubs. Another one shut just recently I hear, the King Harold. Doubtless another much needed Tescos or betting shop is on the way.
 
Poundland or Chicken Shop. Leyton is lacking another takeaway.

Walthamstow has held up reasonably well on the pub front but that is largely down to them becoming gentrified. "(M)arxist looking fellas with fobbish hair, goatie beards, roll neck shirts smelling of sausage and cabbage and pretending to read rather large paperback novels" and their wives and kids are keeping open pubs that would have died otherwise so I don't mind a bit of gentrification. Strangely, the people who moan most loudly about it by me are the very same "marxist looking fellas with fobbish hair, goatie beards, roll neck shirts smelling of sausage and cabbage and pretending to read rather large paperback novels" who slag off "marxist looking fellas with fobbish hair, goatie beards, roll neck shirts smelling of sausage and cabbage and pretending to read rather large paperback novels" who have just moved to the area.
 
Walthamstow has held up reasonably well on the pub front but that is largely down to them becoming gentrified. "(M)arxist looking fellas with fobbish hair, goatie beards, roll neck shirts smelling of sausage and cabbage and pretending to read rather large paperback novels" and their wives and kids are keeping open pubs that would have died otherwise so I don't mind a bit of gentrification. Strangely, the people who moan most loudly about it by me are the very same "marxist looking fellas with fobbish hair, goatie beards, roll neck shirts smelling of sausage and cabbage and pretending to read rather large paperback novels" who slag off "marxist looking fellas with fobbish hair, goatie beards, roll neck shirts smelling of sausage and cabbage and pretending to read rather large paperback novels" who have just moved to the area.

What self respecting Marxist would have a wife and thus be buying into a bourgeois institution like marriage?
 
Or so said Engels.

I believe him.

Engels was a much better Marxist than Marx. He pilfered from his father's firm's cash box in order to sub Marx and lived in "free unions" with two Irish mill workers. Marx meanwhile was chronically short of cash because he insisted on a bourgeois standard of life for his family (piano lessons for the daughters and so forth) and when he got the maid pregnant palmed off the resulting child on the compliant Engels.
 
I believe him.

Engels was a much better Marxist than Marx. He pilfered from his father's firm's cash box in order to sub Marx and lived in "free unions" with two Irish mill workers. Marx meanwhile was chronically short of cash because he insisted on a bourgeois standard of life for his family (piano lessons for the daughters and so forth) and when he got the maid pregnant palmed off the resulting child on the compliant Engels.

What a fucker.
 
I will be interested to hear how many of those odd looking fellows turn up on Saturday. Sounds like there are one or two lurking on here.

HH
 
Don't forget to have a pint in that "Technical pub" in the high street.

Decent ale pub, although strangely full of marxist looking fellas with fobbish hair, goatie beards, roll neck shirts smelling of sausage and cabbage and pretending to read rather large paperback novels. (No doubt by Tolstoy or Solzhenitzyn or some such literary great).

The cabbage and sausage smell, and two quick pints made me feel very hungry so I polished off two rather welcome Balti pies at the ground. Recommended.

Pity I can't make it this weekend.

HH

Sounds like Nether Edge!
 



I'd just like to add a bit of balance to the 'fans booing Clough' debate. Where I sit, bang in the middle of the SS, my fellow-sufferers are mostly fairly elderly (like me). A guy 2 seats along is 86 (!) and some of the others have great trouble making it up the steps. They're an absolute credit to both themselves and the club. None of them (nor me) ever boo, however bad things get.

Could be an age thing?

(I leave my cynicism for this forum!)

My dad is coming up to 84 and he had a good old boo all the way back at the end of that Walsall game in 1981 which saw us go down to Div 4, and it was proper, hearty booing too, with hands up to his mouth for added volume.

And I don't doubt that he would do the same today if we got relegated in the same circumstances. Mind you, he also shouts at the telly, "Get off the wicket!" when he sees a pitch-invader running across THE most sacred of cricketing turf.

I've never booed, but have often wept silently into my programme.
 
I'd just like to add a bit of balance to the 'fans booing Clough' debate. Where I sit, bang in the middle of the SS, my fellow-sufferers are mostly fairly elderly (like me). A guy 2 seats along is 86 (!) and some of the others have great trouble making it up the steps. They're an absolute credit to both themselves and the club. None of them (nor me) ever boo, however bad things get.

Could be an age thing?

(I leave my cynicism for this forum!)

Doesn't boo but,
Does he get up put his arms in the air and belt out the Greasy Chip Butty Song?
 
I'm looking for any Leyton Orient spares. Also, so you know most blades without a ticket may or may not be buying them in the same stand next to away fans...they are half price currently also £12 a ticket, lets fill the stadium!
 
I'm looking for any Leyton Orient spares. Also, so you know most blades without a ticket may or may not be buying them in the same stand next to away fans...they are half price currently also £12 a ticket, lets fill the stadium!

Oh my, this reminds me so much of Crewe away, 2nd to last game of the season 1998. We needed a result to secure our play-off place, and if I remember rightly Crewe were either heading for the trapdoor or had already vanished down it. So verrrrry similar to this coming Saturday.

The game was sold-out but that hadn't stopped many Blades from turning up in hope rather than expectation of a ticket, including my good self, fresh from the break-up of a relationship and signed off from work with a near-on nervous breakdown. As I circled the area asking for any spares, my mental instability was clearly on view as blood dripped from my knuckles, the result of punching a glass cabinet at home the day before.

In the end, a few of us got in thanks to the generosity (or rather lack of checking ID) of the steward dishing out pre-ordered tickets in brown envelopes, and the enterprise of a very cheeky Blade who not only claimed to be the person named on the top envelope, but then proceeded to sell (yes, SELL!) the tickets therein to us at face value.

In the ground, myself and an older bearded Blade sitting next to me compared notes and discovered that we'd both got our ticket by the same dodgy means. We awaited the inevitable, but every time the police went past and we slumped in our seats, they just strolled on by. The most telling thing was the seat the other side of me remained empty and the chap who'd flogged us the ticket never appeared in the away end.

Anybody looking for omens, we lost that one 2-1 with Crewe scoring two goals in a minute very close to the end of the 90, and we netted a penalty in injury time. We ended up scraping into the play-offs on goal difference despite losing the last game of the season at Stockport.
 
Anybody looking for omens, we lost that one 2-1 with Crewe scoring two goals in a minute very close to the end of the 90, and we netted a penalty in injury time. We ended up scraping into the play-offs on goal difference despite losing the last game of the season at Stockport.

Sasa Illic played brilliantly in goal for Charlton (who were already in the play-offs) at St Andrews. I was watching Stoke v Man City at my dad's home expecting Birmingham to score at any time (Sky was showing you crucial updates at other grounds) . When I saw Steve Bruce (playing for Birmingham) slumping on the ground at the final whistle, I knew we had made it! It was ironic that Bruce came to us some weeks later!
 

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