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Dear Three Lions and a Robin
I was astounded that so much blue text was used in your last fanzine. Forget Sam Mason and that taxi firm. What about your four or five readers sensibilities and the extreme and vindictive hate filled offence all this blue causes eh, eh , fucking eh?
This is simple and blatant overt prejudice being displayed against the indigenous Red Wurzel populace of BS3 and cannot be tolerated in a civilised Society.
Kingston Black
The RED Bristol Party
BS3
Dear Three Lions & a Robin
Having read your article about Citys exciting stadium devolpment which is absolutely vital for our clubs progress I think I have to point out : ITS FANS THAT MAKE ATMOSPHERE NOT STANDS.
Anon
Dear Three Lions & a Robin
After City's defeat in the FA cup to Portsmouth it struck me that there was a real gulf in class between the two sides.
For City to become real Premiership class we need a real twenty goal a season Premiership class striker. We also need a Premiership class creative midfield player, Premiership class cover at left back, Premiership class cover at right wing, Premiership class completion for McCindoe, Premiership class cover for Elliott, more real Premiership class and it struck me how good Premiership class Glenn Johnson was compared to Bradley Orr but I Suppose that's what you get for Four million pounds, Premiership class.
Thoughts?
Ashtonyate
Dear Three Lions and a Robin,
I recently saw that Keith Harris and Roger De Courcey at the Hippodrome. Impressed I was but then that there Stephen Hawking was on TV last night going on about Black holes for hours. I never saw his lips move once. Gotta take me hat to the bloke. Legend!
Ian Holloway, Zhwrong, Mars
Dear Three Lions & a Robin
When I was manager of Leicester I used spend the entire afternoon wondering WHY, when l go for a dump, does it sometime float, sometimes goes straight down the pipe like my management career or sometimes just sinks to the bottom of the pan? WHY?
Ian Holloway, Zhwrong, Mars
Dear Three Lions
I feel I must express my admiration for the sporting behavior witnessed at the game V Portsmouth.
I was delighted that not one racist or homophobic song was directed by Eastenders at that millionaire ex International Weirdo who likes cock and arse.
Yours thankfully
Red Shirt Mush
Dear Three Lions and a Robin,
Heres' another to the tune of the Sweets Blockbuster
Da Da Da Da Da Da …
We're in the Pub
Pint of Rough
Come on Landlord cider I up
We're on the Bus We're on the Train
Pass I the Mug get behind the team
We're in the Van Natch in a can
We're Bristol City and we bounce around
Da Da Da Da Da Da …
WURZEL LOYAL of the Three Lions BS3
Dear Three Lions & a Robin
Could you urge Eastenders to stop this latest fashion and sit down and just watch the game. There is no need to stand and it just blocks out the view for people behind you who want to watch in peace.
I am for loud hoorahs when City score and clapping seal like but I NEVER leave my seat for fear of contravening ground regulations.
V Portsmouth I was also concerned by the actions of numerous individuals who were not making any attempt to watch the game and urging others to bounce around the ground.
I do hope that you can help me and others make our ground a safer and more pleasant experience for all.
Yours sincerely
Mr. Curmudgeonly of the Dolman
Dear Three Lions and a Robin,
I have to share this with you or I fear I will go mad.
THAT'S IT!!!!!! NO MORE!!!, I've given it a really good go but..... I Simply cannot spend another miserable unemployed afternoon like this ... I CANNOT WATCH COUNTDOWN ANYMORE … That new bird who has replaced Carol V is about as interesting as the manual for a deep fat fryer …Stelling is the Gaffer though.
Ian Holloway, Zhwrong. Mars
Dear Dear Three Lions and a Robin
I feel I should share with you my recent experiences at a free FA Premier Club junket at the recent Bristol City v Burnsley match.
As you are aware I am well know follower of the Bristol City brand and I brought along a group of Premier league high fliers to give the club the heads up. However I have some grave reservations regarding the brands performance during the match V Barnley. If our brand is to take its place amongst the thrusting Premiership business's performances must improve.
During the first half I was aware of numerous faux pas being committed:
Tomato Ketchup was clearly on view on all tables … utterly unacceptable. Will the Roman Abramovichs of this world be spraying Tomatoa Ketchup all over their Sauté Potatoas? No. What sort of image does this conjure up of Bristol City as a club for the nouveau riche? It's just a picture of greasy spoon Hoi Polloi hell.
By half time v Bernlay my mood was darkened further when I spotted that the table cloth was displaying a label stating IKEA. By the power of the holy revenue streams what are Bristol City Stadium ltd thinking of here? Suggestion! Why not get rid off the dress codes charge £1.75 for a large bag of chips and invite the Micra Wedlock stands Chavs in with their Pit Bulls, chains and Kids called Chantelle? HARDLY BLUE SKY THINKING THIS. FUCKING IKEA THE LABEL STATED! HOW VERY DARE YOU BRISTOL CITY STADIUM LTD. JUST WAIT TILL I SEE THAT LANSDOWN. OI STEVEN YOU MIGHT BE WORTH AN EXTRA MILION A WEEL STEVEN BUT GO AND HAVE ALOOK AT THAT PETER KENYONS MOB .I FUCKING KEA …CHELSEA SHIT EM. DON'T CALL US BRISTOL CITY WE WILL CALL YOU.
Imagine how I felt here? I had attracted these Premiership bods along with a promise that "no the locals don't all eat straw and sleep with animals" and "we will use my helicopter and stick it on Premiership expenses". Vicky Pollard might have well vomited down their monied [£6000000 PA] throats …And the Hell continued as Bristol City and Brunley took to the pitch for the second half.
Lordy … I might has well have starved when my Dessert arrived it was like one of those terrible people wearing the club shirt had pissed on my a palette. I was confronted with a cacophony of rage. Squiggly higgledy piggledy lines of dark bitter chocolate sauce rampaged like standing football hooligans in a all seater stadium across my lemon and white wine sorbet. The bitter chocolate should elegantly flow across the Sorbet but no that was to much to ask. It was as appetising as raw Horses foreskin although those Chaps who own Manchester City are partial to that sort of thing. FUCKING DISGUSTING STEVEN LANSDOWN! BOLLOCKS TO MOVING TO THAT RETAIL PARK YOU ARE PLANNING BY THE A370. SORT YOUR FOOD OUT FIRST. THATS WHAT MOVES AND SHAKES IN THE PREMIERSHIP.
The free Speyside, Highland, Lowland, Islay, Irish … Whiskies improved my mood then I overheard one of Bcfc's Staff offering one of the paying proles a cider … FOR FUCKS SAKE STEPHEN LANSDOWN CANT YOUR FRANCHISE GET EVEN THE FUCKING BASICS RIGHT? IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN THAT IRISH CRAP WHERE PROFITS ARE INCREASED FURTHER BY ADDING ICE CUBES AND CHARGING FOR THEM BUT CIDER! LORDY WHY NOT STICK A BOTTLE OF WHITE LIGHTNING ON THE FUCKING TABLE TABLE?
Anyway in the end the night turned out half decent although we won't be back. Bristol City's CEO schmoozed in with crate of Dom Pérignon. Decent sip it was too and the last I can remember was dropping my pants, drawing on my Havanna and shouting at the Wurzels to come and kiss this. Pretty sure I set fire to my pubic hair and sang my I O IO WE ARE THE CEOS song but then again that might have been Wembley.
So cards on the table here. Let's Forget all this bollocks about me being happier for Bristol City to reach the Premiership than England winning the World Cup. I am glad that Hale City went up because they have a proper ground which is lovely and round without outside Porataloos [really they were there at Ashton Gate! Its not 1970 Wurzel]. Hale City really know how to treat CEO'S.
JOG ON BCFC
Richard Scudamore
Dear Three Lions & a Robin
I would like to draw your attention to the epidemic like sale of counterfeit DVDs in the Bedminster area. Last week a man came into the Pub disguised as Sean Donnelley. As he came up to the bar I asked him what he wanted and he said "DVD, I said you what"? He said "DVD, I have to go undercover as Sean Donnelley , police outside"!
Sean Donnelley
The Three Lions BS3
