Keith knows exactly what he's doing. That's why I'm taking no notice. I have no desire to dragged into yet another interminable round of arguing about who-said-what-using-which-precise-words. He loves it, he twists it, he milks it to death and it gets us nowhere worth going to. We've told Keith, Joe, pete and several other cloth-ears exactly what we mean by belief and what we mean by evidence. Too bad if they don't take it on board. Let it be their problem, not ours. I've taken the same approach with Insaneness-from-Inanity. My life may well be prolonged as a result. Wibble (and I got that straight out of my favourite historical source, Blackadder Goes Forth, and that great historian, Baldrick, isn't dead yet so I must be right).

Liverpool beat Man U 3-1 on aggregate, Europa League. Two brilliant performances, Coutinho a bloody genius. Sorry about that, MikeL2 (like buggery I am)! Thank Ludwig for my five-quid BT Sport sub. How much would Barca pay for little Phil! This is all anyone on earth or in space needs to know or to contemplate for the next 48 hours.