I remember myself and Keego sitting on the kerb outside Gorlitzer Banhof drinking a few bottles waiting for the next U-Bahn back to PrinzenStr, and another time Ray Comerford, Sully and the brother wandering down TempleHerren Str. singing Kilkenny songs.

Good times, but it's important to keep everything in perspective. I remember Thatcher keeling over dead back in the day and a Glaswegian lad I was working with over there insisting on an immediate round of Berliner Pils in the middle of the day in lieu of jelly and ice cream.

One of Ireland's greatest hero's, proving that a total lack of capacity was not any impediment to re-taking Ireland off the Brits back in the day.

Doffs cap repeatedly to a more educated authority!

Do you buy the 'vacuum aerogel' theory that the thing was, in effect, a type of American barrage balloon under test?

That's probably the only sensible decision that footballing body has made in decades.

Fuck those guys, hey, loosen you asshole - www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9R0...