With all this nostalgia abounding, my name being dragged up in ttfn's repost below, not to mention betty digging up the list glossary I'm a stirred into putting pen to paper again, well fingers to keyboard. Actually the main reason for silence for sometime has been firstly computer malfunction starting late september last year. Start up began to give problems. If I could get it booted up (and I found various devious ways to do so) no problem but it got worse till in november it became terminal and went the way of the dodo. Then no soomer had I sorted a replacement and got stuff transferred than I broke my ribs and a couple of fingers. Now more or less recovered tho still taking painkillers.
So way back then. Someone, ted i think, said it seemed a lifetime ago. It was, certainly in IT terms. Then I was using a dial-up connection with a 28.8 modem (don't knock it. I still have it and it still works [you never know when you might need a fall back in a crisis!] ). Ted mentioned the MOALM "at some pub in London". It was the Fox and Hounds in Passmore Street just off Sloane Square. I knew the landlady and she agreed to us having the MOALM there. First time I meet Betty in the flesh. This creature looking like something out of the green lagoon came through the door, was pointed in my direction, came over and and wrapped me in his arms saying "guy". Great meet and gave a real chance for a lot of listers to to flesh up virtual names . Gav I first meet in the Adolphi. Arrived early and there was this Cantonesque figure sat alone, the first to arrive. Alas, not even the Tetley's brewery around the corner now. Those where the days when, as said, there wasn't just this virtual list but real listers meet up together before games and drunk real beer (or cider or grolsch in the case of some). As needed I would come with venues for list meets througout the country. So what happened to these meets? It can't be that people don't drink anymore. My suspicion is people are being priced out of going to games these days, Someone said how come they can only afford one or two games a season now when as a student they went much more. Prices. Even allowing for inflation, ect tickets are now so much pricier than then. Paul mentioned the Lards game against Arsenal. I remember it well and am glad that Damian and said he thought it was a draw as that's my recollection as well qnd I was reffing the game. 2-2 as I remember and one of our goals was from Ham Sandwich. vax.ox.ac - some of us had a weekend meet in a pub in Oxford (we had pretentions of an idea for a book on the list, or at least the way lists where taking off) during which Gav gave us a guided tour of 'his' computer facilities and along with Claire and Mike and others we paid homage to the machine that was hosting the list. Talking of Claire for someone passed away she seemed very real and not at all corporeal last month. I shall pass on the information to her that is apparently now deceased. The list shirt - Tim Harper still has his I believe. A bit faded from the wash true, but all in one piece. Good times them, good pubs and lot of good meets which spread out throughout europe (ah, arriving in Valencia early in the morning having got a night train from Milan and finding Jabba and AndyE spaced out of on a station bench). Definitely some sort of reunion would be a great idea, especially with people like James (who has long been custdian of the list archives) and Gav and more being drawn out of lurk mode. and a brief bit on the other thread and attactive aliens: - Cat Women from Mars (who went from pulp sci-fi mags to b-film) - the woman with Robby the Robot in Forbidden Planet, an analogy of The Tempest - and more current times Princess Leyla from Star Wars guy On 11 Jan 2012 at 23:04, Richard Naef wrote: Trevor Carey, according to this drivel posted by some idiot in 2003. not only is Betty a man, his name rhymes with cock, he lives in a place called Barbaraville, a place completely without Barbaras I believe. Paul Cundell actually doesn't exist, but is a computer program running on a WAP PDA situated somewhere in Elland Road. The Reverend Lee doesn't go to church, but works at a library, Stotty's family DO NOT own "Stotts Cheese and Geese Emphorium" in Leeds, the little yellow daffodil is big, pink and irish, the King of Tonga lives somewhere north of London, Chantelle is the voice of football is Lord Didsbury, Niggy and Wiggy aren't the same people, although do go to alot of the same places, Maggie is a Barber and so is John, but Steve is a real one and lives in Scotland, pussaywalsh doesn't refer to Damian's lack of machoness, but cos he lives in france, his dad doesn't, but reckons he's the oldest on the list. Thirkers who may well be, lives in Whitby, with a badger and what he can't do with a picture frame isnt worth knowing. Dunderheads got a website something about Leather straps I believe. There used to be lots of Listers from Scandinavia and Australia but most pissed off when we got crap, but not Pete Castlehouse, cos he's was Yorkshire once. Nif lives with a Camel and a wife in the desert. Theres loads of Yanks, some like Women and Football, but Adrian Dingle Doesn't. Trevor Carey's light shone upon us for a short but intense time and having shone, fucked off somewhere else. Martyn Brown plays computer games for a living and has Worms (I, II III and :reloaded), Svein Kværnøy wrote some of championship manager and has obviously made up his own alphabet, you can't be a Leeds fan if you aren't born, wed and buried within 100yrds of Elland Rd, The Best Curry House is in Pudsey, but keeps moving, Alan Dellow is a Geordie and frankly must be cursing his crap football geography, Eric Barlier is ½ french and so am I unfortunatety we're both the rubbish surrender monkey half. Gav looks like Eric, Caddy Looks Like Batts, Jon Abbott looks like Bakke but moved to Lincolnshire to get away from the list, most leeds fans look like pricks with ears, talking of Pricks I do NOT look like Jamie Oliver, he looks like me. for each match lots of us go on IRC to smoke a virtual spliff and watch someone type "shit" alot when other teams score. We've got a mole, but he's a bit slow on the uptake. We have listers from every continent, race, creed, gender and sexual persuasion. we hate Manu, tho some of us not as much as we hate knuckledragging bigots who drag the name of our club thru the shit. Steve Sims is Welsh and is a Yorkshirephone, the Sheep get REALLY worried when he's around. Ed's hair reminds Verner of a girl and I knew his brother which shows its a small world. One of the James Lundon's on the List puts an A in the middle of his name so we don't confuse him with the other one (of which there are none), we have JOTL, BOTL, LOTL, MOALM, WATC-COE. Mike Sewell was on telly once and John Boocock is only off when hes on the radio, Mikes better half was Claire and may well still be but theyy dont come round here anymore. we all hate students, even Rod Woodmansey worked in the City, but disappeared after selling a Mr Ridsdale a very good long term bond scheme. everyoneelse works in IT. Its Marching ON Together not ALL! Guy Thornton's Junk Mail Filter only lets thru mail where the phrases "which pub" or "sex with goats" are included, on email many listers seem urbane and witty, but in real life aren't most list meetings are quiet affairs, full of embarrased silences, occasionally punctuated by Alan Edgars intestinal problem, thats if he's not late home to the wife. Paul Cadd likes sleeping abroad and is gradually working backwards thru his children in the hope of finding one who brings us luck, just as well we won last week with the youngest or next season he'd have had to bring along a bag of jism, again. We invented internet football, now everyone is better than us, just like england really. _______________________________________________ Leedslist mailing list Info and options: http://mailman.greennet.org.uk/mailman/listinfo/leedslist To unsubscribe, email [email protected] PETE CASS (1962 - 2011) Rest In Peace Mate
