The attendance figure was up and saw the highest gate of the season in the win over Blackpool, but Leeds United need to stick with the scheme until the end of the season and possibly beyond.
He got paid nothing other than his usual salary but his iconic M makes me smile every time I see it. Well it did, until they changed it slightly and won loads of awards for the new designer...
Fronted by the most talented man to ever be rejected by reality TV, Vintage Trouble are currently igniting the UK with their blistering brand of blues-rock and smoking soul.
The gender-bending Catalonian carnival, 'Carnival De Terra Endins', makes 'The Wicker Man' look like a Methodist's picnic and proves to be anything but a drag.
Despite their tonking at the hands of their nemesis across the Pennines and the murkiness over the club's ownership, Leeds have hit form at the right time...
The new adaptation of Wuthering Heights contains gratuitous sex scenes and language that would make Malcolm Tucker blush - just what you'd expect from a tale that was greeted with hysterical Human Centipede style reviews on first publication in 1847
Could banning Twitter and the possible return of Alan Smith catapult Leeds back into the big time? Not if they spend all their cash on corporate boxes...
In his brief stint at Leeds United Tony Yeboah became synonymous with breathtaking goals, including his 30 yard howitzer against Liverpool. Read about what it was like to watch him nearly take the Elland Road net off first-hand.
After 8 weeks of bitching and in-fighting we were left with a straight scrap between the attractive white heterosexuals and the MILF with a heart of gold. The only question left, who do the natives hate the least?
This week Mrs Moneypenny showers us with penny saving gems like wearing clothes to save our heating bills and lighting our homes with well polished winkle-pickers.
Unless you've missed it, our reviews of Love thy Neighbour have started a comments box war that shows no sign of abating. Seconds out, round four, ding ding...
After nine weeks of gripping television we’ve reached the final of “A Farmers Life for Me” where we get to find out which lucky couple will win a 25 acre farm in deepest Suffolk.
It's not the spoilt-professionals who are responsible for England's lack of national footballing success, it's the altitude of the sod at grassroots level. Seriously.
With the highest calibre fuckwits firmly flushed and forgotten about we really should be looking at the finest collection of business bastards that ever shuffled backwards in to the boardroom.