I very nearly resurrected the thread that shall not be named, but then worked out how it would go:
What time is it in forum land 'cause its twenty minutes into the future. Then i thought, Ritchie would chime in with a go away, I'm having forty winks. Then Dayna would tell us about a lovely song from 237 years ago she'd just heard on the radio, then some prat, who's previous name escapes me would say something stupid and boring, then Des would say: my arse, then Gordon would do an interview with his goat (we're still waiting!), then...
Anyway, the future will let me know in twenty minutes.
In Stoke the time is ... boing. 01:33pm


