Nicholas Hodgson Can anyone else smell gas?
Right, time to get the vuvuzelas out.
Do you want to hear my party piece? I’ve memorised π to 999 places. It’s 3.1415926535897932384626433…
Brian Murdoch I’ve got this really rare recording of the whole text of Beowulf chanted in Anglo-Saxon — it should be perfect at this time of night.
Basil Ransome-Davies Enoch was right!
The FA haven’t got a clue, have they? Sven twists them round his little finger while shagging everything in sight, Fabio takes the money and runs, after the Wally with the brolly makes us a laughing stock, then Woy comes along waving the flag and still any side that’s really trying can murder us.

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