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30 November 2012 ~

This is when Harry Redknapp shows the experience and guile for which he is renowned. He has a whole month in which to unsettle QPR's relegation rivals by suggesting he'd like to sign their best players.


BuryBadge of the week ~ Bury
Bury used to be the entertainment centre of Britain you know. In medieval times it had the first ever gay carnival, as symbolised by the knight in the fascinator at the top of the crest. Floats pulled by horses would celebrate the varied sexual proclivities of all Bury’s inhabitants. The top left panel of the shield alludes to the trophy that was awarded for best float in the parade, invariably won by the Reeves’ entry with its perennial theme of Gloved Masturbation To Plainsong. The top right panel depicts a scullion performing the forerunner of a bungee jump – the Jump Onto Rocks – a dangerous way of celebrating sexual freedom with few recorded survivors.

The panel at bottom right shows a medieval funfair ride, probably "The Widowmaker", which consisted of three swaying poles erected on a cliff edge with a wicker chair on top of each and made to move by a team of peasants with a battering ram. This was enjoyed in the evening following the parade, along with the Jumping Onto Rocks and blindfold Broadsword Dancing. Unfortunately, the image in the bottom left panel shows the baseball bats used by Henry VIII’s henchmen to break up the carnivals after they had dissolved the monasteries and were still high on adrenalin. Bury FC revived the memory of these celebrations to show what a forward-looking and vibrant town Bury used to be before it became chiefly known for its excellent recycling percentages. Cameron Carter


from Steve Jinman 

"If Wikipedia is to be believed, no cereal is safe when Sean Morrison is around."





A new video for Hot Chip features a football match that ends in an orgy. It must be a bonus feature on FIFA.


from Robin Mountford

"This Corinthian figure of Mark Hughes is one of least accurate likenesses I've ever seen. Since when has he ever smiled? Unless he's been captured in mid-burp."


from Duncan Mackay
"Can some retrospective action be taken against this habitual smuggler? A community service order at least."



















Getting shirty Notable kits of yesteryear


Bournemouth home, 1997-98
AFC Bournemouth first shifted from a traditional red shirt with white trim in 1971, when the late John Bond was manager. He took Bournemouth out of Division Four in his first season. In a perhaps misplaced sense of optimism the club switched to a red and black shirt, reputedly so they looked like AC Milan. Seventeen years later that red and black strip graced Wembley for the first and so far only time, making the 1998 vintage one that stands out above all others.

More than 30,000 Bournemouth fans converged on Wembley, many wearing Patrick-manufactured shirts with a white trim that had returned to a classic granddad collar. Local car dealers Seward were in their debut season as shirt sponsors. Under Mel Machin, another much-admired manager, Bournemouth reached the final of the Football League Trophy for a second time. The club won the first ever trophy in 1984 but the final of what in 1998 was known as the Autowindscreens Shield was at Wembley.

That Seward was then a local Rover dealership was surely a sign that success for AFCB would prove elusive. Grimsby won convincingly. Seward survived Rover's demise and kept their names on the shirts for eight years, even sponsoring the stadium for a year in 2011 but they never got close to repeating the exposure offered by the 1998 shirt. Steve Menary

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