There's not enough cynicism in my book. It saves a lot of heartache in life. The world can't hurt us if we expect the worst.

Hence on of my favourite sayings, '[iBlessed is he who doth not expect, for he shall not be disappointed[/i'

Ruh-roh, I sense Ferocious Aardvark will be along any minute with a spreadsheet for us all to predict when we'll pass those milestones!

do you mean he will provide all of us with a spreadsheet that predicts when we will pass the milestone, or a spreadsheet for us all to use to predict when we will pass the milestone?

If Nuthos is promoting the PR value of both the 1863 and 2000 memberships can I also promote the PR value of appointing a captain that is not an obvious ever-present starter and not announcing the vice captain until further down the timeline? This is certainly the best, most coherent and consistent PR campaign from the club in a long time, and long may it continue.

Sharps appointment must be a sign of certain targets being achieved, and further evidence of the long term thinking of this regime

My spreadsheet social experiment served its purpose. It proved that there is no point in any of us trying to predict anything, as nobody came even close to a correct set of predictions. Indeed after examining the final results, there were queues of bookies in silk-collared Crombies fighting for the Odsal concession, as a get-richer-quick scheme.

Blessed are the cheesemakers

I knew you were going to say that...

I'll go 3000 reported on 3rd January; "reported" to factor in Nothus cynicism of PR. And it'll be a lickle baby Bull.

Mine is a quote from the 17th chapter of the book of Job...or so I was led to believe. Not that there is much that is too obviously, wholly believable, in that book but that bit seemed a good candidate - if indeed it is actually there..and indeed, if the book of Job really exists..Well, I'm hanging on to it anyway!

Job, 21 21

What can this mean, if not that the bull will rise, we will not fail, and Odsal will once more be filled with dancing children?

Michael Moore? Who he?

'My' Old Moore is the one of almanac fame, y'know, buddy of Mother Shipton...[who also never predicted the Loveabulls]

Ah, that Mother Shipton. Quite a savvy lass, for somebody who didn't predict she'd end up living in a cave, Oh well.

But did you know she was into rugby league predictions, too? Look at this one'The time will come when England shall tremble and quake for fear of a dead man that shall be heard to speak ; then will the Dragon give the Bull a great snap, and when the one is down, they will go to London town.'"