Church Langley is fizzing, bubbling and veritably popping its corks with excitement as the climax
of the 2010 Season approaches. The Chairman flings open the bedroom window to greet the shot-silk
rays of a beautiful morning, and takes the opportunity to give a little tug on the bunting to check
that all is nicely secure [.
A thunderous noise crescendos through the house and Janet Roberts, tarts in hand (and not in a good
mood after dropping from 5th to 8th place), rushes into the lounge at Church Langley just in time
to see Steve Dunlop (still heading the table following John Collins two points slippage this week)
tumble out of [.
Picking the sharp slivers of palm fronds from her hair, the Moonerazzi stands up to be greeted by a
strange psychedelic world. The beach shack that had seemed so sturdy just a few minutes ago has
mysteriously smashed to pieces around her and, sticking out of the bamboo debris are a pair of
scruffy [.
‘Nice colour Stevie' nods David Roberts, attempting a smile through the furrows channeled across
his brow as a cleanly-shaven Steven Dunlop administers a final lick of scarlet paint to the
weatherboarding at Predictorship HQ in Church Langley. ‘I'm happy with it Dave,' acknowledges the
Benfica man with a wry smile.
With Easter eggs cracking open around Predictorship land it must be spring... and with the spring
comes Wendy. The clock's ticking and alarm bells are ringing as places are keenly battled in the
last few weeks of the season with 36 of the 42 players predicting, 220 points scored in total and a
weekly average [.
As foot fetishists have a field day dreaming about massaging Wayne Rooney back to fitness,
Predictors worldwide fantasise about stroking the end-of-season silverware in an embattled week
seeing 39/42 players submitting their scores, a total of 257 points scored, 28 correct scores
(including 8 for Tottenham 2 Portsmouth 0) and a respectable average of 6.
... five, four, three, two, one: Predictors are go. Predictorship Island is hotting up for the
final count down. With a sizzling average score of 7.40, 66 correct predictions and a total of 274
points in Week 32 they may not have the power to save Portsmouth from relegation but our smartly
dressed players are reaching [.
Swinging higher than Burt Lancaster on a trapeze Marek Phillips flies merrily over his fellow
predictors' heads with a walloping 20 joker-enhanced points. According to Stat man Matt, that's the
second highest score of the season (and ever) after Roger Taylor's joker-enhanced week 4 score of
22. The circus really has come to town!
Banners are being crafted in Predictorship HQ as the race for the silverware hots up apace. The
stakes are high and Janet Roberts' campaign headquarters are buzzing with more excitement than a
hairdressers on a Saturday morning. The walls are adorned with good luck wishes and the lady of the
moment, slightly squiffy from the previous [.
Church Langley is buzzing with excitement this week for the annual Predictorship Donkey Derby. The
hairy beasts are lining up behind a gay selection of the Chairman's ties carefully knotted together
as moist nostrils steam and flare, ready for the off. Pushing aside the ample rumps, David Jones
Jostles through to the front to dart [.
The roll of a dice, the turn of a card. The hand of fate twists and flips the fortunes of the
worthy and the unworthy in an endless grind. Week 26 was such a week. This time the cards fell well
for a petty criminal slumped at the bar in Dave's Café Americain. Rob Mulloy [...]
Simon Gold had a ‘job' to do and he had a long time to think about it. 24 weeks languishing in
Predictorship obscurity with only a faded copy of The Sun and a box of Mint Imperials can do
strange things to the mind of a Tottenham man. If he was to carve his name into [...]
A new bag of nuts is dangling from the bird table in Church Langley and causing quite a stir. With
a nip in the air, hungry beaks far and wide are swooping in for a little nibble and to sort out a
score or two in the Predictorship pecking order. ... But with an average [...]
Barely have Predictorship feet tiptoed into the New Year's snow before there's an unhealthy whiff
in the air. Possibly not on the level of the Chicago Red Sox or Fred Lorz – the marathon champion
who travelled by car (or even David Robertson who picked up his golf ball to move it 20 foot across
the [.
The snow cascaded through the night sky, caressing the branches as it fell to carpet the earth in
lace. ‘Do you mind?' trilled a voice from below. Joe Roberts looked down to see a frosty looking
Wendy Nathan tugging at the hem of her dress. ‘Your camel's stood on my bl***dy foot!' ‘Oh,
‘scuse [.
