Thursday 30 April 2015

Week 39 - Grambling the dream


Stewart was an amazing person -  A wonderful husband, a fantastic brother, a loving son and an adored uncle.  He was also a brilliant friend and colleague and is missed by so many people. His family are determined that his death will never be in vain and are doing their part to beat bowel cancer for good.  We are fundraising for the Bobby Moore Fund which is part of Cancer Research UK and specialises in research into bowel cancer.  If you wish to donate to the fund, you can via https://www.justgiving.com/Geraldine-Smith3 .

 

If you haven’t already done so, please read the article which appeared in the Daily Record and learn from Stewart’s story that you must never be complacent.  It makes grim reading for us, his family, even though we were beside him throughout his ordeal, or battle; call it what you will. http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/lifestyle/heartbroken-widow-geraldine-smith-raises-3452997

 

He began writing The Grambler when he was between procedures and hoping for some form of recovery.  He loved all aspects of football and was a lifelong Motherwell supporter.  His wish was that The Grambler should continue after his death and I have been happy to oblige.  Welcome to The Grambler, the most ill-informed blog you are ever likely to see. Read on and enjoy…

 

Dear Bamber,

It was such a delight to listen to your links last week; especially Going Up the ‘Pool by Jethro Tull.  I was a big fan of the band in their early days and used to have all of their albums.  One of them, I remember, featured a jazzed up version of a Bach piece.  The track was called Bouree, but I can’t for the life of me remember the title of the album.  Can you help?

Yours truly,

Stan Dupp.

 

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Picture the scene...
It is the final of
Britain's got talent/X Factor/The Voice.  On stage is a girl singer belting out a song as loud as her lungs will allow.  However, there is no sound coming out.  As she sings, Ant and Dec come running onto the stage.  Dec is chasing Ant who is actually an ant; a six foot tall ant.  Dec is dressed as a big game hunter in khaki shirt and shorts and wearing a pith helmet.  He carries an outsized butterfly net to ‘trap’ Ant.  Next, the audience begin throwing tomatoes at the singer; these hit her with the force of a rock.  She is being hit every few seconds and is reeling from side to side as if drunk, but she continues her soundless singing.  The song eventually ends and the girl takes her bow.  We then see the panel of judges.  At the end of the line there is a pile of what appear to be intestines.  This is Simon Bowel.  Will I Am (or William as Stewart always called him) sits next.  Although dressed remarkably like Will I Am, it obviously isn’t really him.  Instead, it is Mrs Williams, a teacher that the girl singer had at primary school.  Next is Mel B.  She is wearing a collarless shirt, braces and a flat cap.  On the desk in front of her sits a pet whippet.  Finally, there is Louis Walsh who begins to speak.  As he opens his mouth he changes instantaneously into Father Jack and shouts 'drink!'  Everybody in the building is suddenly drunk, except the girl standing on the stage.  The girl screams a silent scream as they all begin singing ‘Nellie Dean’.
[Nurse, I think it’s time to increase his medication. – Ed.]
No, no.  There is an explanation.  Britain Lacks Talent is back on our screens.  Groan.  Have you ever watched these 'talent' shows?  What is the first thing anyone on there says after winning a round?  'I'm fulfilling my dream'. I'm right, aren't I?  Well that introduction is what really ought to be what we see, then.  Fulfilling your dream, my old boots!  It might be your hope or what you wished for, but it's not a dream.  Dreams, like the introduction to this, are weird and don't make sense.  Nobody wants to see them re-enacted on a television programme.
Although, it might be possible to compare one of these talent shows to a very bad dream; one of those horrible dreams which won't stop recurring throughout the night.  Don't agree?  Well how come if I ever watch one of these shows I have to suffer some female doing vocal gymnastics in the style of Mariah Carey.  Then the next female singer, and I use that word in its loosest sense, sounds like she's trying to out-Mariah Carey the previous one.  Then another comes on doing the same.  Then another. And another... Aaagh!  Why do all the current crop of singers think that they should sing in the style of Archbishop Carey, Sea lion Dion and the late Pratt and Whitney Houston?  Sing a song with all the right notes, sung at the correct speed without any screaming.  Please. I beg of you.  Following your dream?  Causing us nightmares, I think you mean.
Why am I (g)rambling on about dreams?  Well most dreams, try as you might, you can't remember once you wake up. True?  Well, recently, I had a dream which I remember quite vividly and I shall recount it now.
It takes place in a theatre and I am in the audience.  I am listening to a piano recital.  On stage is a grand piano being played impeccably by the late Jack Milroy.  Yes that Jack Milroy otherwise known as Francie, one half of the
Glasgow comedy partnership Francie and Josie.  I have no idea whether he could actually play a piano, but he can in my dream.  He is wearing his wig and his bright red suit.  There is no sign of his comedy partner Rikki Fulton (Josie).  Sorry Rikki, you're not in this dream.  At the end of the recital Milroy leaves the stage to rapturous applause. He reappears and asks the audience for jokes that he can now tell.  Yes I know it's all a bit weird.  It's a dream, remember?  Any road up, I send my joke to him and he reads it out.  I can't recall if the gag was well received.  Perhaps I woke up at that point.  What I can recall, though, is the joke.  Now, that is weird.  And I will tell it now...
'I have just started my own business, putting in windows.  Customer feedback hasn't been good.  And I keep running out of bricks.'
As Stewart would have said, boom, and indeed, tish!
Come on, be honest. It's not bad for a gag that came to me in a dream.

No doubt some analyst would take a read at that and suggest some sort of therapy for me; such as locking me up and throwing away the key.

 

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Any birthdays of note this week?  Yes indeedy.  Catherine the Great 1729 (Inventor of the fireplace), Jerome Klapka Jerome 1859 (Inventor of a slang term for syphilis), Tyrone Power Sr. 1869 (Alternative form of energy), Hedda Hopper 1885 (Head lice), Manfred von Richthofen 1892 (Snoopy’s nemesis), Lorenz Hart 1895 (Mickey Rooney lookalike – see http://www.thegrambler.com/2014/11/week-16-grambling-in-love-with-love.html ), Dr Benjamin Spock 1903 (Leonard Nimoy’s dad), Peggy Mount 1915 (Foghorn), Ray Barrett 1927 (Inventor of licorice allsorts), Link Wray 1929 (To what?), Engelbert Humperdinck 1936 (Did he really?  Sounds painful.), Lorenzo Music 1937 (This is Carlton, your doorman), Lesley Gore 1946 (Slasher movie actress), David Suchet 1946 (Inventor of small sealed sugar/salt wrapper), Jay Osmond 1955 (One of the singing troupe. There were so many of them that, by the time he came along, his parents had taken to naming them alphabetically.), Donatella Versace 1955 (One of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles), Brian Lara 1969 (Crickety bloke), Dwayne Johnson 1972 (Nicknamed ‘The Rock’ in reference to his acting abilities), David Beckham 1975 (Underwear salesman) and Lily Allen 1985 (Famous singer whose parents are both in showbiz.  I’m just saying.).

 

Rather than gramblerising a toon for you this week, I wanna tell you a story.  Engeldump Bertlestink had a big hit in 1967 with Release Me.  The B-side was a rather cheesy effort called Ten Guitars.  It was the sort of song that deserved to never get played.  Unfortunately, it became a bit of a favourite with Engelstump’s fans (mainly women).  It was also a song that many club entertainers were asked to sing.  One such was John Murphy, a Scottish singer/songwriter who specialised in producing parodies of hit songs.  He wrote one to the tune of Dominique, a song made famous by Jeanne Deckers aka The Singing Nun or Soeur Sourire.  Murphy’s version celebrated a popular ‘fortified wine’ of the day called Lanliq.  Anyway, back to the plot.  The song Ten Guitars became one of those songs that got requested so often that John felt compelled to give it the parody treatment.  Billy Connolly  added it to his act (with a bit of improvisation) and brought it to a completely different audience.  Click on his name to hear this example of Connolly when he first hit the big time back in the 70s.

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Let’s move onto grambling matters, shall we?  How did we get on last week?  We won.  Yay!  Only three out of five predictions were correct, mind you.  Boo!  But we got more than our stake money back.  Yay!  In fact, we got a return of £2.74.  Yay!  That means we won the grand total of…

54 pees

As Peter Green once said – Oh well.  What happened?  Read on…

 

Wigan vs Wolves – Prediction Away win

Result – Wigan 0 Wolves 1

Yay!

Wolves took the lead when Benik Afobe met Bakary Sako's 25th-minute free-kick to fire home from close range.

Wigan fought back in the second half and almost found an equaliser but Kim Bo-kyung was adjudged to be offside.

James McClean was then sent off late on for Wigan for a second yellow card.

 

Yeovil vs Port Vale – Prediction Draw

Result – Yeovil 1 Port Vale 2

Boo!

Tom ‘His Holiness the’ Pope thought he had given the visitors the lead but his header was ruled out for a foul on Liam Shephard.

But Pope was on hand minutes later to link up with Ben Williamson before scoring his 12th goal of the season.

Gozie Ugwu (Cracking name of the week, I think you will agree) levelled on 80 minutes to give The Grambler some hope of another correct prediction, but Vale's Michael Brown spoiled things two minutes later when he scored the winner from a Michael O'Connor free-kick.

 

Oxford United vs Cambridge – Prediction Home win

Result – Oxford 2 Cambridge 0

Yay!

Kemar Roofe put the hosts ahead when he cut in from the left to fire in an unstoppable right-footed effort.

Sully Kaikai came close to equalising for Cambridge, but his shot was deflected just wide.  What a silly Sully.

Danny Hylton headed in ‘Broadway’ Danny Rose's corner on the stroke of half-time before the game petered out after the break.

 

Wycombe vs Morecambe – Prediction Home win

Result – Wycombe 0 Morecambe 1

Boo!

A late Paul Mullin goal gave Morecambe their first ever victory over Wycombe.

Substitute Mullin continued his good run of form in front of goal with a close-range header four minutes from time to spoil Wycombe’s hopes of sealing an automatic promotion spot.

 

Montrose vs Clyde – Prediction Away win

Result – Montrose 0 Clyde 1

Yay!

David Marsh's second-half strike earned Clyde a deserved victory over bottom club Montrose.

The midfielder finished into the bottom corner for his second goal in two games after a Jamie Pollock cross found him free inside the area.

The visitors had had the better of the first half, and Hugh Murray went close.

 

Right that was last week.  Can The Grambler give us a profit two weeks running [Doubt it. – Ed.]?  Only 32 games for The Grambler to select from this week as teams from both the English and Scottish Championship divisions are playing their last game of the season and all matches are kicking off earlier than 3pm.  However, as I said, there are 32 games taking place at 3pm on Saturday the 2nd of May, so what has The Grambler randomly selected for us?

 

Game – Result – Odds

Aston Villa vs Everton – Prediction Away win – 13/8

Liverpool vs QPR – Prediction Home win – 1/3

Sunderland vs Southampton – Prediction Away win – 10/11

Morton vs Peterhead – Prediction Home win – 4/11

Arbroath vs Berwick – Prediction Home win – 11/10

There you have it my little grambling chums, the bets have been placed (10 x 20 pee doubles plus 1 x 20 pee accumulator) and if all bets go as predicted by The Grambler the Bobby Moore Fund will be receiving…

£10.66

Hmm… Now, why is that figure familiar?

 

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Okay.  Teaser time.  Last week I asked which is the only club that Liverpool have failed to beat in the history of the Premiership?  It should have been an easy one for you to get right given the main subject matter of last week’s blog.  The answer was none other than Blackpool.

Right, howzabout one for this week?  Let’s do a Celtic vs Rangers question.  Since the first league competition back in 1890-91, both teams have rarely been out of the top five finishing positions, so here is a simple ‘one or the other’ question: which team has finished outside the top five in the Scottish top division the fewest times?

 

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For the last few weeks I have finished with a mention of the main reason for continuing to publish this blog – to raise awareness about bowel cancer.  I’m going to do it yet again, but with a slight difference. 

Mrs G has been reading a magazine called Woman’s Own and in it there is an article about a 35 year old woman who was diagnosed with bowel cancer at the age of 32.  The subheading to the story is ‘My GP wouldn’t believe me’.  So familiar.  The text contains these words:

‘…after I had my son James in 2010, the bleeding returned.  My husband Tom and I were both worried and begged my doctor for help.  It was only after my daughter Holly was born in 2011, during a routine check-up, that I found myself having a full-on row with my GP.  Despite accusing me of wasting NHS money, she reluctantly agreed to send me for a colonoscopy.’

Once again, the doctor involved believed the myth that bowel cancer does not affect young people.  If you have any bowel problems, don’t be fobbed off with the line that you are too young for bowel cancer to be a consideration.  Just point your doctor in the direction of http://www.bowelcanceruk.org.uk/campaigns-policy/latest-campaigns/never-too-young-campaign .

 

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And finally, Cyril?  And finally Esther, I am indebted to a Mr R. Jessel for a song that suits this week’s topic as it shows his appearance on the US version of The X Factor.  Take it away Ray .

 

Happy grambling.

 

Thursday 23 April 2015

Week 38 - We're grambling up the 'Pool


Stewart was an amazing person -  A wonderful husband, a fantastic brother, a loving son and an adored uncle.  He was also a brilliant friend and colleague and is missed by so many people. His family are determined that his death will never be in vain and are doing their part to beat bowel cancer for good.  We are fundraising for the Bobby Moore Fund which is part of Cancer Research UK and specialises in research into bowel cancer.  If you wish to donate to the fund, you can via https://www.justgiving.com/Geraldine-Smith3 .

 

If you haven’t already done so, please read the article which appeared in the Daily Record and learn from Stewart’s story that you must never be complacent.  It makes grim reading for us, his family, even though we were beside him throughout his ordeal, or battle; call it what you will. http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/lifestyle/heartbroken-widow-geraldine-smith-raises-3452997

 

He began writing The Grambler when he was between procedures and hoping for some form of recovery.  He loved all aspects of football and was a lifelong Motherwell supporter.  His wish was that The Grambler should continue after his death and I have been happy to oblige.  Welcome to The Grambler, the most ill-informed blog you are ever likely to see. Read on and enjoy…

 

Oh I do like to gramble by the seaside. 

Oh I do like to gramble by the sea. 

Oh I do like to gramble on the prom prom prom,

where the brass band plays

‘Grambly om pom pom.’

 

Guess where I’ve been. [Erm…The seaside? – Ed.]  Spot on!  Give that man a coconut!  Yes Mrs G, myself and our two oldest grandnippers went down the ‘Pool for a couple of days.  And a wonderful time was had by all.

Before I talk about our Blackpool experience, I must first mention our service station experience.  We stopped at the well-known feeding and watering trough known as Southwaite.  We didn’t partake of any overpriced, overcooked offal that they serve up as food, but we did make use of the toilet facilities.  The loos are clean and plentiful enough, so what is my gripe?  The toilet paper.  Sorry pardon excuse me?  Yes, the slim roll of paper that masquerades as bog roll.  How on earth are you meant to wipe your… how are you meant to clean yourself with loo paper that is no wider than an average till receipt?  The only way it could possibly be of use is if you were an expert in weaving and could fashion a square by criss-crossing the pieces to make a mat of a suitable size.  Grrr.

Any road up… Blackpool.  The finest holiday destination in the north of England; wonderful and horrible in equal measures.  The Pleasure Beach, Blackpool’s funfair, definitely fits into the ‘wonderful’ category.  It has been operated as a funfair for over a hundred years and is constantly being updated and upgraded, but it still has some of the rides that made it the place to visit while in Blackpool way back in the mists of time.  It is nice to see plaques on the historic rides such as Hiram S Maxim’s flying machine (yes, really) which has been there since 1904.  Don’t worry, it has been upgraded over the years, but it is the same basic ride where the ‘planes’ in which the riders sit (Sitters ride?) are suspended on cables.  As the planes move and gather speed, centrifugal forces take effect and they swing upwards and the passengers are ‘flying’ parallel with the ground.

The ‘Big Dipper’ has been in use since 1923 (although it was extended in 1936).  It is of wooden construction so hooray for the smoking ban.

Also of wooden construction is the ‘Grand National’ which has been there since 1935.  It is a dual track roller coaster where the red coaster and the green coaster ‘race’ each other round the mobius loop track.

Others that have been there for a long time include ‘Rollercoaster’ (now known as Nickleodeon Streak thanks to heavy sponsorship by that TV company) which has been there since 1933, ‘Gallopers’ (a traditional carousel) which has been on the go since 1919 and the ‘Pleasure Beach Express’ which has been trundling around the park since 1934.

But the park keeps evolving and I was really pleased to see a new ride (well, 2013) based on the creations of Nick Park (arguably Britain’s greatest animator), Wallace and Gromit.  It is called Wallace and Gromit’s Thrill-o-matic; a cracking name for a ride, Gromit lad.

Okay, so I think the Pleasure Beach is terrific, but not every part of the town is this good.  Now the horrible side of Blackpool.  Much of the town is quite run down.  Once splendid buildings have been left to decay and that is true of the piers.  There are three in Blackpool and it is fair to say they have seen better days.  The cost of restoring them to their former glory would be prohibitive, so the wooden parts are rotting while paint peels off and the metal parts corrode.  It is all a bit depressing to see.  The Central Pier is typical.  It has a few rather tatty funfair rides which make the Pleasure Beach look like Disneyworld in comparison.  The most obvious ride is the big wheel which dominates that part of the town’s skyline.  Unlike the Pleasure Beach, this funfair, if you can call it that, is run on a shoestring; the rides are old and poorly maintained.  Also unlike the Pleasure Beach, you don’t buy a day-pass which entitles you to go on the attractions as many times as you wish for the whole day if you want.  No, you have to buy tickets at £1.10 each or you can purchase 25 for 20 quid.  Not bad, you would think.  25 rides for £20.  Pretty good value it would seem, because the Pleasure Beach is £27 for a day pass.  Hold on there, Bald Eagle, all is not what it seems.  Each ride requires multiple tickets.  Even the kiddies’ carousel requires two.  The big wheel requires four!  So, £4.40 to go a few revolutions of the big wheel.  I don’t call that good value, do you?  Needless to say, the Pleasure Beach was packed whereas this place had grass growing in the rotting wood that supported it.

Another attraction is obviously the Tower.  It used to be that you paid a set amount and you could have spent the whole day viewing or joining in with its various attractions or activities.  Thus, if you liked ballroom dancing, you could glide around the ornate ballroom and then you could go down to the basement which housed the aquarium (always having Tomita’s Snowflakes are Dancing album on a loop, I recall), followed by a trip to the top of the Tower and maybe finish off with a bit of time in the ‘sciency’ bit which featured light illusions, holograms, tricks with mirrors and various other things to bamboozle you.  That was back in the 90s when Mrs G and I took the family down there.  Sadly, unlike the Pleasure Beach proprietors, the owners of the Tower have decided that each part of the experience must now be charged individually.  And that charge is high.  Not surprisingly, the grandnippers got to spend some time in ‘Jungle Jims’ the soft play area, and nowhere else.  Not that we are mean, it’s just that we didn’t think they would be into ballroom dancing at ages 4 and 5.  And the aquarium has gone having been replaced by a ‘dungeon’ which is a ‘ghost walk’ where actors wearing gruesome makeup jump out at you and shout boo.  I agree.  Boo, no more Tomita.

Another Blackpooly attraction is a tramride along the prom.  The rickety old green and white double-decked ‘balloon’ and single-decked ‘coronation’ trams (that’s 1936 not 1953) have been replaced with plush new versions.  It is more like a train journey now, but is still something one must do on a visit to Blackpool.  It was on one such journey during our stay that I saw a sight which was bizarre.  At one of the tram stops a man got on and sat opposite us.  He was wearing a white jumpsuit thing as might have been worn by Elvis Presley himself.  The suit was covered in sequins and rhinestones.  What hair he had was jet black.  This man was either an Elvis impersonator or just plain eccentric.  If it was the former, then I hope he sounded like the king; apart from the gear he was wearing, he looked almost exactly nothing like Elvis.  Nobody on the tram batted an eyelid at this weird, almost surreal, sight.  However, I wasn’t interested so much in him or his attire, but in what he was carrying.  He was holding a plain carrier bag, of the sort you would get from a corner shop, and in it were three tins of Heinz ‘Big soup’.  Something tells me that his career as an Elvis impersonator wasn’t exactly setting the theatrical world alight.

Before we leave Blackpool matters, I thought I should mention the Golden Mile’s Wetherspoon pub.  For those of you from abroad, you probably haven’t heard of Wetherspoons.  It is a huge organisation which takes over disused buildings all over Britain and turns them into cheap and cheerful pub/restaurants.  Wherever they set up a new pub, they do a bit of local history research and theme the pub around some suitable historical figure or something associated with the area.  So it is in Blackpool.  The one there is called ‘The Albert and the Lion’. 

 


 

Why?  It is all to do with a monologue written by Edgar Marriott and recorded by Stanley Holloway in 1930.  Click Stan's name to hear it.  Incidentally, there is a reason for the name given to the lion.  Apparently, the first African lion to be bred in Britain (1812) was given the name Wallace and it became a name associated with lions thereafter in a similar way to Jumbo being a popular name for elephants.  See, that’s educational that is; it’s not just rubbish you get in this blog [Oh yes it is. – Ed.].

 

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Let’s move onto birthdays.  Did any famous individuals enter this world on April the 25th?  Of course they did – Oliver Cromwell 1599 (Famous miserable git), Marc Isambard Brunel 1769 (Now, he really was an inventor), Guglielmo Marconi 1874 (Ditto), Ella Fitzgerald 1917 (I’ll bet she does), Albert Uderzo 1927 (originator of people saying asterix when they mean asterisk), Meadowlark Lemon 1932 (inventor of comedy basketball), William Roache 1932 (Tree), Jerry Leiber 1933 (Don’t talk back), Al Pacino 1940 (Attica! Attica!), Bjorn Ulvaeus 1945 (Shurper Trurper), Johan Cruyff 1947 (Footie bloke), Buster Mottram 1955 (Tennisy bloke), Eric Bristow 1957 (Dartsy bloke), Fish 1958 (Gies a bun, gies a bun, gies a bun), Andy Bell 1964 (Abba-esque), Hank Azaria 1964 (Moe), Renee Zellweger 1969 (Diarist) and Monty Panesar 1982 (Crickety bloke).

How about a song to gramblerise?  A few contenders in there – Ella Fitzgerald, Jerry Leiber, Bjorn Ulvaeus, Fish and Andy Bell.  Hmm… Eenie, meenie, minie, mo…


When the night has come, and the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No, I won't be afraid, oh, I won't be afraid
Just as long as you gramble, gramble by me
So darlin', darlin' gramble by me
Oh gramble by me
Oh gramble, gramble by me, gramble by me


Yes, that was Ben E. King’s Stand by me, a beautiful song written by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller.  Beautiful, that is, until John Lennon got hold of it and committed murder.

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How did we fare with our bets last week?  We got a return of £1.64 from our £2.20 stake.  Better than last week, but still disappointing.  What happened?  Read on and all shall be revealed…


Blackburn vs Nottingham Forest – Prediction Home win

Result – Blackburn 3 Nottingham Forest 3

Ooh! ‘It the bar!

Rudy Gestede put the hosts in front in the third minute after a mistake in the Forest defence before Michail Antonio's header made it 1-1 shortly after.

Rovers took the lead for a second time through Gestede only for Henri Lansbury to level before the break.

The Benin international headed his third before Antonio scored again.

 

Brentford vs Bolton – Prediction Home win

Result – Brentford 2 Bolton 2

Ooh! ‘It the bar, again!

Emile Heskey wasted an early chance for the visitors and he was punished by Alex Pritchard following a Bees' break.

Adam Le Fondre turned the ball beyond David Button to equalise, but the home side were back in front before the break after Jonathon Douglas's header.

Brentford pushed for a third, but an error at the back let in Mark Davies, who rolled the ball into an empty net.

 

Wigan vs Brighton – Prediction Home win

Result – Wigan 2 Brighton 1

Yay!

Home debutant Tim Chow put the Latics in front with a header.

Dale Stephens levelled for the visitors after the break after the hosts switched off at a corner.

With time running out, James Perch won it from close range.

Barnsley vs Peterborough – Prediction Draw

Result – Barnsley 1 Peterborough 1

Yay!

Conor Washington gave Posh a 16th-minute lead, pouncing from close range after Jack Cowgill failed to clear.

Barnsley's Conor Hourihane missed an open goal from the edge of the box, with Luke Berry also dragging wide.

Kgosi Ntlhe (Cracking name of the week for sure, but how do you pronounce it?) received a second yellow card for a crunching tackle on Josh Scowen after 75 minutes, but it took Berry another 15 minutes to head in Hourihane's corner for the equaliser.

 

Crewe vs Walsall – Prediction Away win

Result – Crewe 1 Walsall 1

Ooh! ‘It the bar, yet again!

Marcus Haber wasted a one-on-one opportunity before he headed Crewe in front.

Kieron Morris and Andy Taylor wasted chances for Walsall but a deflected effort from Tom Bradshaw 10 minutes from time caught out Crewe goalkeeper Paul Rachubka and spun into the corner.

 


 

Crewe manager, Steve Davis breaks into song when Heber scores

 

Thank you Steve.  Blimey; three ‘it the bars!  How close we were to getting a full house.  Oh well, onward and upward.  What does The Grambler have in store for us this week?  What five gems has he/she/it plucked out of the 57 senior games taking place this Saturday, the 25th of April at 3pm?


Game – Result – Odds

Wigan vs Wolves – Prediction Away win – 5/4

Yeovil vs Port Vale – Prediction Draw – 23/10

Oxford United vs Cambridge – Prediction Home win – 10/11

Wycombe vs Morecambe – Prediction Home win – 1/2

Montrose vs Clyde – Prediction Away win – 5/4


There you have it my little gramblerados, the Grambler has randomly predicted, the bets are placed (10 x 20 pee doubles and 1 x 20 pee accumulator) and if the predictions go our way…

£19.43

… will be winging its way to the Bobby Moore Fund. [You reckon? – Ed.]  Nah, not really.

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Righty ho, teaser time.  Last week I asked you to name the only player to have played in the World Cup, the UEFA Champions League, UEFA Cup, Intertoto Cup, all four levels of the English League and also in the Conference League.  The answer?  Irish international, Steve Finnan who just happens to have a birthday this week – 39 on 24th of April.

What about a teaser for this week?  One for Liverpool fans.  Which is the only club that Liverpool have failed to beat in the history of the Premiership?  A good question to ask down the pub, I reckon.

 

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For the last few weeks I have finished with a mention of the main reason for continuing to publish this blog.  I’m going to do it yet again.  Sorry, if you find these bits boring, but it needs to be said.  Yes, we have raised well over £20,000 for the Bobby Moore Fund, but the blog is mainly about raising awareness of bowel cancer.  There is an advertising campaign which tries to persuade people over 50 to take the time to do a simple 2 yearly test which could signify the early symptoms of bowel cancer.  What the advert does not do is point out that young people can also fall victim to the disease.  Stewart was 26 when he was diagnosed; an age where no testing is considered appropriate. 

If you have any bowel problems, don’t be fobbed off with the line that you are too young for bowel cancer to be a consideration.  Just point your doctor in the direction of http://www.bowelcanceruk.org.uk/campaigns-policy/latest-campaigns/never-too-young-campaign .

 

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And finally, Cyril?  And finally Esther, I am indebted to a Mr J. Tull for a rendition of possibly the best song ever written about a certain seaside resort.  Take it away Jethro

 

Happy grambling.