A million apologies for the down time overnight and this morning (UK time). We are (as you can see) back up now.
A new post will appear shortly.
Deepest thanks to Anne and Dee who worked to fix this problem.
Tony
Untold Arsenal: Supporting the club, the manager and the team
"I believe the target of anything in life should be to do it so well that it becomes an art." A Wenger
Oh, I missed you like hell. Did you see my email Tony?
I missed all the pals this morning. Just typical, the very morning I had had an early breakfast just in case Brickfields excelled himself ……
“Oh, yes, I miss you like a hawg miss slop. Like a baby miss mammy titty! I miss you like I misses a rock in my shoe!” Sorry Samuel Like Jackson, but I just had to quote you 🙂
Thank goodness all is resolved now, thought the site was being DoS’d by the AAA.
A day without Untold is a non-existing day.
I not only miss Untold for the articles (apart from the one I have written myself as I know them already 😉 ) but I miss the regular readers and people who comment most of all.
Happy to see that we are back in business 🙂
I spent a long time composing a reply to those who on the previous thread, blame Arsenal and Mr Wenger for injuries, last night. I stayed up well past bedtime.
Then – “Server error”.
You’re all sooooo lucky.
Welcome back Untold.
Phew, was beginning to think you’d disappeared. We need you guys to maintain sanity…..
Welcome back,
Anne how are you?
Was trying to get by the backdoor by logging on to
blog.woolwicharsenal.co.uk ,and tried to get in but alas,’apparently not enough lube !
So had a great time catching up on articles there ,which brought back old memories .
Great to be back on here though .
@ bjtgooner – Nothing great in my e-mail .Will post tomorrow – its almost midnight now .Was just able to wrestle the computer from the kid and the wife !
Missed you?! Yeah, no kidding. I was worried sick. I thought a Totty jerk hacked the site that moment. Thought the FA paid the CIA to crash the side once and for all. Thought I lost a purpose in life.
Excellent job Anne, as always.
Yeah, miss untold this morning and miss my way too.
In search for what to read on arsenal apart from the club official website, I strayed to L* G***e. Yeah I knew I would regret it. Imagine taking poisons like ‘a disapponting win’…’as poor as spuds were, we could only luckily score 1’…etc. Nothing has changed and nothing would for them.
Thank God, I can now breathe. Welcome back Untold Arsenal.
COYG
What a Coincidence!
A chicken farmer went to the local bar.
He sat next to a woman and ordered champagne.
The woman said: “How strange, I also just ordered a glass of champagne.”
“What a coincidence,” said the farmer, who added, ” It is a special day for me. I am celebrating.”
“It is a special day for me too, I am also celebrating!” said the woman.
“What a coincidence.” said the farmer.
While they toasted, the farmer asked, “What are you celebrating?”
“My husband and I have been trying to have a child for years, and today, my gynecologist told me that I was pregnant.”
“What a coincidence,” said the man. “I am a chicken farmer and for years all my hens were infertile, but now they are all set to lay fertilized eggs.”
“This is incredible,” said the woman. “What did you do for your chickens to become fertile?”
“I used a different rooster,” he said.
The woman smiled and said, “What a coincidence.”
Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he’d just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, His face is cut and bruised and he’s walking with a limp.
“What happened to you?” asks Sean, the bartender.
” Jamie O’Conner and me had a fight,” says Paddy.
“That no good O’Conner,” says Sean, “He couldn’t do that to you, he must have had something in his hand.”
“That he did,” says Paddy, “a shovel is what he had,
And a terrible lickin’ he gave me with it.”
” Well,” says Sean, “you should have defended yourself, didn’t you have something in your hand?”
That I did,” said Paddy.
“Mrs. O’Conner’s breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight.”
An Irishman who had a little too much to drink is driving home from the city one night and, of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road.
A cop pulls him over.
“So,” says the cop to the driver, Where have ya been?”
” Why, I’ve been to the pub of course,” slurs the drunk.
” Well,” says the cop, “it looks like you’ve had quite a few to drink this evening.”
“I did all right,” the drunk says with a smile.
“Did you know,” says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms across his chest, “that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?”
“Oh, thank heavens,” sighs the drunk. “For a minute there, I thought I’d gone deaf.”
Mary Clancy goes up to Father O’Grady after his Sunday morning service, and she’s in tears.
He says, “So what’s bothering you, Mary my dear?”
She says, “Oh, Father, I’ve got terrible news.
My husband passed away last night.”
The priest says, “Oh, Mary, that’s terrible.
Tell me, Mary, did he have any last requests?”
She says, “That he did, Father.”
The priest says, “What did he ask, Mary? ”
She says, he said, ‘Please Mary, put down that gun…’
AND THE BEST FOR LAST
A drunk staggers into a Church, enters a confessional booth, sits down, but says nothing.
The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention but the drunk continues to sit there.
Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the wall.
The drunk mumbles, “ain’t no use knockin, there’s no paper on this side either!”