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ORIGINAL: BrucePowers

I sort of agree with T. When I pulled coins out of my pocket while in the UK I was never sure of what I had because there were so many different denominations. I really like your 2 pound coin. It has a nice weight and is a cool design.

ORIGINAL: Apollo11

Hi all,

ORIGINAL: warspite1

ORIGINAL: Apollo11

Do you think that player's transfers are still possible / feasible during the rest of the August?

There is always the possibility that the transfer window closing will be a damp squid with little further movement (like last winter's), but I believe that will not be the case. Despite the fact that the season will have already started, this is the BIG and importnant window. There is clearly less money around generally (despite Man City's millions) but there are a few key moves that need to slot into place and then I think we will see the usual mad rush at the end. Fabregas and (possibly) Nasri and Modric are key ones.

I think that Tottenham will do just fine even if Modric goes...

BTW, tho other Croatian players will most certainly stay - Kranjcar and Corluka...

Do you go to watch the games live sometimes?


Leo "Apollo11"

ORIGINAL: AW1Steve

ORIGINAL: BrucePowers

I sort of agree with T. When I pulled coins out of my pocket while in the UK I was never sure of what I had because there were so many different denominations. I really like your 2 pound coin. It has a nice weight and is a cool design.

Try carrying a pocket full of them! In a couple of days you'll no longer have a pocket!

One advantage to the coins difference in size and shape is that blind people have no problems with them (especially the 50p peice!). A blind classmate of mine in the UK pointed out that all British currency is "blind friendly" , unlike US currentcy.


My favorite British coin (which I'm not sure is still in circulation) was the "Half-penny" , which's sole mission in life seemed to have been to allow British merchants to round the tab up a penny.

ORIGINAL: Chickenboy

And then there were none....

I adopted a kitten from our school's Orphan Kitten Project in 1992. Golem was a little 6 week-old tortoise kitten who had been abandoned by her mother. Golem's sister (another tortoise female) didn't last long due to bladder and kidney issues. Golem was a very affectionate kitten, considering that she was an orphan kitten (!) and a tortoise (!!) as well. I kept her for 19 years.

She had been battling hyperthyroidism and lower urinary tract disease for more than a year. This morning I awoke to find her basically decerebrate-staring blankly at her water dish, with no interest in food or water. She was staggering around a bit and had difficulty with her balance. She had been losing some weight, but I thought that had hit a plateau and was at least stable. Old cats that chronically compensate will frequently crash and burn very quickly. They've used up their body stores and their ability to fend off fate. Golem was crashing.

I brought her in to the University this morning for humane euthanasia. I insisted that they assign a first year intern and any emergency students to the case. At least Golem could provide some 'teachable moments' for someone in her last moments on Earth. They placed a femoral catheter and brought me to a nice 'comfy' room with calm and relaxed decor. Golem looked around a bit, but I mostly just used the time to say goodbye and keep her calm.

In the end, she flinched a bit with the administration of the pentobarbitol, but then relaxed. Once again, her coat was smooth, she was relaxed and all was well. I stayed there stroking her for 20 minutes or so before she was taken. I cried a little, thinking of all that we had been through together.

They cast a paw print with a tuft of hair as a keepsake for animals euthanized at the hospital. It's a nice touch. I insisted that she be necropsied-one last opportunity for students on pathology rounds in the diagnostic lab to benefit and learn.

When my wife and I combined households, we had five cats, a dog and two birds. Now, there are none.

ORIGINAL: Chickenboy

And then there were none....

I adopted a kitten from our school's Orphan Kitten Project in 1992. Golem was a little 6 week-old tortoise kitten who had been abandoned by her mother. Golem's sister (another tortoise female) didn't last long due to bladder and kidney issues. Golem was a very affectionate kitten, considering that she was an orphan kitten (!) and a tortoise (!!) as well. I kept her for 19 years.

She had been battling hyperthyroidism and lower urinary tract disease for more than a year. This morning I awoke to find her basically decerebrate-staring blankly at her water dish, with no interest in food or water. She was staggering around a bit and had difficulty with her balance. She had been losing some weight, but I thought that had hit a plateau and was at least stable. Old cats that chronically compensate will frequently crash and burn very quickly. They've used up their body stores and their ability to fend off fate. Golem was crashing.

I brought her in to the University this morning for humane euthanasia. I insisted that they assign a first year intern and any emergency students to the case. At least Golem could provide some 'teachable moments' for someone in her last moments on Earth. They placed a femoral catheter and brought me to a nice 'comfy' room with calm and relaxed decor. Golem looked around a bit, but I mostly just used the time to say goodbye and keep her calm.

In the end, she flinched a bit with the administration of the pentobarbitol, but then relaxed. Once again, her coat was smooth, she was relaxed and all was well. I stayed there stroking her for 20 minutes or so before she was taken. I cried a little, thinking of all that we had been through together.

They cast a paw print with a tuft of hair as a keepsake for animals euthanized at the hospital. It's a nice touch. I insisted that she be necropsied-one last opportunity for students on pathology rounds in the diagnostic lab to benefit and learn.

When my wife and I combined households, we had five cats, a dog and two birds. Now, there are none.

ORIGINAL: Chickenboy
And then there were none....

ORIGINAL: Chickenboy

And then there were none....

I adopted a kitten from our school's Orphan Kitten Project in 1992. Golem was a little 6 week-old tortoise kitten who had been abandoned by her mother. Golem's sister (another tortoise female) didn't last long due to bladder and kidney issues. Golem was a very affectionate kitten, considering that she was an orphan kitten (!) and a tortoise (!!) as well. I kept her for 19 years.

She had been battling hyperthyroidism and lower urinary tract disease for more than a year. This morning I awoke to find her basically decerebrate-staring blankly at her water dish, with no interest in food or water. She was staggering around a bit and had difficulty with her balance. She had been losing some weight, but I thought that had hit a plateau and was at least stable. Old cats that chronically compensate will frequently crash and burn very quickly. They've used up their body stores and their ability to fend off fate. Golem was crashing.

I brought her in to the University this morning for humane euthanasia. I insisted that they assign a first year intern and any emergency students to the case. At least Golem could provide some 'teachable moments' for someone in her last moments on Earth. They placed a femoral catheter and brought me to a nice 'comfy' room with calm and relaxed decor. Golem looked around a bit, but I mostly just used the time to say goodbye and keep her calm.

In the end, she flinched a bit with the administration of the pentobarbitol, but then relaxed. Once again, her coat was smooth, she was relaxed and all was well. I stayed there stroking her for 20 minutes or so before she was taken. I cried a little, thinking of all that we had been through together.

They cast a paw print with a tuft of hair as a keepsake for animals euthanized at the hospital. It's a nice touch. I insisted that she be necropsied-one last opportunity for students on pathology rounds in the diagnostic lab to benefit and learn.

When my wife and I combined households, we had five cats, a dog and two birds. Now, there are none.

Fabregas and (possibly) Nasri and Modric are key ones.

ORIGINAL: Dixie

ORIGINAL: Terminus

To my brothers of the British persuasion:

Why are your coins so confusing? There are far too many denominations, some of them surely worth less than it costs to make them, and they follow no logical pattern of size and shape. In the name of The Thread, WTF?????

It confuses foreigners. It can't be that hard can it? They've got numbers stamped on them after all.

ORIGINAL: goodboyladdie

1p, 2p, 5p, 10p, 20p, 50p, £1 and £2. How hard can it be? You can still buy things for 1p too!

And then there were none....

I adopted a kitten from our school's Orphan Kitten Project in 1992. Golem was a little 6 week-old tortoise kitten who had been abandoned by her mother. Golem's sister (another tortoise female) didn't last long due to bladder and kidney issues. Golem was a very affectionate kitten, considering that she was an orphan kitten (!) and a tortoise (!!) as well. I kept her for 19 years.

She had been battling hyperthyroidism and lower urinary tract disease for more than a year. This morning I awoke to find her basically decerebrate-staring blankly at her water dish, with no interest in food or water. She was staggering around a bit and had difficulty with her balance. She had been losing some weight, but I thought that had hit a plateau and was at least stable. Old cats that chronically compensate will frequently crash and burn very quickly. They've used up their body stores and their ability to fend off fate. Golem was crashing.

I brought her in to the University this morning for humane euthanasia. I insisted that they assign a first year intern and any emergency students to the case. At least Golem could provide some 'teachable moments' for someone in her last moments on Earth. They placed a femoral catheter and brought me to a nice 'comfy' room with calm and relaxed decor. Golem looked around a bit, but I mostly just used the time to say goodbye and keep her calm.

In the end, she flinched a bit with the administration of the pentobarbitol, but then relaxed. Once again, her coat was smooth, she was relaxed and all was well. I stayed there stroking her for 20 minutes or so before she was taken. I cried a little, thinking of all that we had been through together.

They cast a paw print with a tuft of hair as a keepsake for animals euthanized at the hospital. It's a nice touch. I insisted that she be necropsied-one last opportunity for students on pathology rounds in the diagnostic lab to benefit and learn.

When my wife and I combined households, we had five cats, a dog and two birds. Now, there are none.