Not sure if we have a thread in here about this topic, I had a look in the 'search' tab but could not find any, if there is then my apologies, and Admin/Mods can do their bit and move and merge if they wish. Just wondering where members chose their Avatars from? I chose mine from a member friend on another forum years ago, Red Tide, I asked him where he chose it from and he said "I was watching a game on the box one time and United were 1-0 down, they scored to make it 1-1 and the commentator said that's United level, now they are looking for the winner as the Red Tide surge forward, we won 2-1 so I chose that name as my Avatar name."
My name is Alan and I stand on the Habbin Terrace. Apparently now also known as the Intelligent Membranes Habbin Stand. Not sure what to make of that.
When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
I'm not in the picture but as I said, "I stand on the Habbin." Somewhere about an inch right of the Mick George sign top right. We went on the pitch but only my ageing mate did an "invasion." The steward opened the gate for us but he said "Bugger That" only an invasion if you struggle over the wall.
Long story, I'll try to cut it short; My username on another message board was 'The Great Panjandrum', which is the title of a nonsense poem written by Samuel Foote in the 18th century. It's believed to be the birth of English nonsense literature and I chose it as a kind of self parody because at the time all I wrote was nonsense (some say I still do). My fellow board members then started calling me Panja, or Panj, for short, and it kind of stuck.
We have Mr.Posh dressed in top hat & tails with his monocle & silver tipped cane leading both the teams onto the pitch at London Road , I wouldn't be seen dead in get up like that hence the Notso Posh .
Avatar: Kevin Keegan in a (sponsorless) HSV shirt during his stay. (1977-1980). He's still the most popular foreign player ever at my club (at least for those old farts,like me, who had the pleasure to see him playing live in the Volkspark) Username: Unspectacular, just my first name Should I consider a Username change to Nordtribüne (where I stand)?
I was steve - wfc Then a few people started calling me Mr Sheen as I'm a quarter Polish. I liked it. My avatar is Graham Taylor, the most important person in the history of my club. An absolute legend who I had the pleasure of meeting twice. He would be disgusted at how our club is being run at the moment.
My avatar is a Cattle Tyrant sat on the head of a Capybara, which I took from the boat on a river in Bolivia. I thought it was a brilliant and unique picture at the time ................. but if you do an image search for Cattle Tyrants, almost half of them have a Capybara in the frame. This was one of my best pictures from that trip.
I love cats, & from the several pictures of cats in my mobile, this is my favourite. As for the name. This is a username I have used before on other platforms. I don't remember where I used it it first, but I do remember where I got it from. I used to often pass the office of Zydus Cadila a pharmaceutical company here, on my way to college. I just liked the sound of the word.
When I was 14/15 I used to sit in Block H at Withdean which was the “singing section” with my mates. Because of how the stadium was cobbled together the stewards had to stand on the running track whilst the fans were in a raised stand above them. This meant when they told everyone to sit down you could just wait for them to walk back to the running track, chant “Stand up if you hate Palace” or whatever and everyone just stood back up. Usually the stewards couldn’t be bothered walking up and down the stairs all day so would let us stand up. However there was one day where they were really hot on it and were constantly getting people to sit down, me and my friends kept starting the Stand Up chants and they got so annoyed that at half time the stewards came up and asked me to go down to the running track with them. That’s when they told me that I was the ringleader of people standing and if I started any more chants I’d be kicked out. Being a teenage dickhead I swaggered back up to my mates and told them I was the ringleader. A couple of days later I signed up to the Brighton forum and called myself The Ringleader. Later on I signed up to here, and a few people made the same joke. Brighton fans = gay. Ringleader rhymes with Ringbleeder. You are actually The Ringbleeder. A few people tried to make it a serious insult, but it eventually just became my nickname on here so I changed my name to Bleeds. CASIsDead is one of my favourite artists so I added the IsDead to my name cos I thought it looked cool. My photo is the Brighton badge with an Ecuador twist in honour of the 3 Ecuadorian players we have in our squad, including Caicedo who is the best player I’ve ever seen in a Brighton shirt.
I support Boro and Ireland, James Mclean one of my favourites in the national team. Picture is of the "Little Fella" the genius that is Juninho.
We used to have a mate who would take great pride in carrying the drum for the Orange Lodge ,so we would all stand in my mums back garden and throw eggs over the roofs so they would land in the street they were marching up. There was absolute murder every year they got hit ,we eventually grew out of it and then one night we were all having a mad sesh and had necked a Kwik Save bag of magic mushrooms and my mate brought the subject up ,so we raided all our fridges and set off to where they all drank. We decided I was the only one mental enough to go in to draw them out and although I originally declined 'peer pressure eventually told' and I walked in and shouted you're all a bunch of f*cking Lemon Pelters and bluenose shitbags. To say this never went down well would be an understatement as one absolutely gruesome looking fella turned away from the bar and shouted get the red b@stard to which I responded by throwing two eggs that landed plum on his kite and then I pegged it along Mill St like my life depended on it ,the lads who waited outside had heard the calls for my dismemberment and fled long before I emerged,leaving me being chased by a pack of rabid dogs. Eventually and possibly with alcohol impairing their gait I left them far behind and made my way to my mates. As soon as I got through the door I knocked up a huge five skinner and regained my composure after experiencing such a life and death experience and as soon as all was mellow again one of the lads started making up names for me and Red Pelter was the gathered throngs particular favourite.
That reminded me of my army days, I went on leave with my mate and kipped in his place, it was brilliant as his old man managed a pub and it was bliss for 5 days staying there, drunk as a lord as we would raid the closed bar/cellar after midnight. The first night I stayed there I caught him crawling out of his bedroom window when the pub closed and crawling onto the pub roof, after about 10 minutes he came crawling back in laughing his socks off and I asked him what the score was and what was he doing. Apparently, he had been doing this for a few years, he would wait for for the pubs to close and people were walking or staggering down the street below and he had armed himself with eggs, plastic flour & water bombs and throw them into the street and laugh at the mayhem with people running, swearing and looking around to see who was throwing them forgetting to look above at the roof of the pub.
The funniest thing about my episode was all the 'angry mob' in pursuit had to do was follow the trail of eggs my shithouse mates had lobbed out of their pockets whilst having it on their toes
