Hello there, welcome to another episode of Poetry in Motion. I remember the title,

forgot a little while back, not sponsored by anyone, any chocolate bar in particular.

We've got one in front of us though because I brought them in.

No, no, I'm sorry, yeah. No cups to see it out Joe. No I'm sorry yeah. Yeah. Yeah. This episode just me and Neil Jones this week.

Bad start. That's time. Listen first and foremost I'd like to thank all of you for listening.

We've had some great figures for download, so really, really appreciate that.

We must be talking some sense.

We're probably upsetting everyone, but it doesn't matter.

As long as you're listening to it. At least we're not Cockney Reds phone up 5 Live and saying Club

out which is what I'm here all the time. Anyway it is Neil Jones of course

joins me on my right-hand side and playing down the left is Joe Rimmer.

Welcome lads.

All right?

Yeah not too bad, not too bad. Well, you know, let's talk about it. We start off.

We won't go near the calamity that was the city game although

we were riding high up to that point where we international duty got in the way

again I suppose you could say it was a calamitous game you might as well wipe

that off in some ways better than just better than being too

all and getting beaten the last minute when you're getting your backside

down to two you on the trail like that then it's easier to forget about it,

isn't it? You moved on to Seville. I went in I bought me Meat Potato Pie sat down one nil down before I was still

blowing the potato that's not of your euphemism was actually blown I was actually

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