For too long, Wirral has suffered the high-cost, low-quality services provided by non-elected representatives who form the rump of the unlamented
Merseyside County Council.
O'Neill has not had a huge amount of time to assess the weaknesses of the squad he inherited from the unlamented
Barnes-Dalglish era, but some of Celtic's pre-season performances quickly confirmed the need for drastic surgery on the defence.
His failure to rein in members of Balay group and the Samar group who were locked in a silent tug-of-war for his special attention from the start of his unlamented
Although Ramos won the Carling Cup, his muchos cobblers tactics and smattering of 'Tottingham' lingo were unlamented
when he was dumped, with just two points from eight Premier League games, a year after Jol was knifed.
As happened under the corrupt regime of the unlamented
Jacques Santer, Brussels tax money has been going for a walk in France.
I still squirm with embarrassment when I think of BBC Wales' late, unlamented
, Satellite City and, given all the evidence before us, you just know, without a single shadow of a doubt, that the real problem here is that the gods-that-be in HTV and BBC Wales simply don't understand comedy or what makes people laugh.
Those pitiful performances came in the unlamented
reigns of Kenny Dalglish and Ruud Gullit but there is a much healthier spirit at the club since Bobby Robson took charge and the Geordies' touch of extra quality should see them home here.
He was with the Metropolitan Command Intelligence and Security Group (1971-1986) during the unlamented
and murderous martial law years.
A press release landed on The Ticket desk recently saying that the unlamented
It Bites have reformed due to "incredible public demand".
With no less than 26 operating companies, train leasing companies and the late, unlamented
, Railtrack it is impossible to deal sensibly with an emergency, and many current problems are also due to the Beeching closures.
So completely absent was the Royal Anthem who shook us all to our boots at York that I even toyed with the idea that maybe this was a case of mistaken identity-you know how it is sometimes when, through no fault of anyone in particular, equine passports get mixed up-and the horse who made the running in the Thoroughbred Corporation's colours at Leopardstown, then stopped as though he'd gone on strike in the straight, wasn't my hero at all, but his unlamented
colleague, Killer Instinct.
With us also that Thursday was lawyer Dodo Sarmiento, whose brother, Ditto, was martyred during the unlamented