Big Jake

Fixed

Was it not Delia Smith

I feel very uncomfortable with the timing of this whole takeover now. For the record I have submitted my Direct Debit mandate again and have pleadged to back the takeover, however I fear that it will not go through with enough interest from our support. The fear I have is that if the takeover is rejected we are still very much at the mercy of a takeover from a consortium of blue vermin who also find themselves in a difficult situation at t he moment. If we were taken over by a blue consortium (in disguise) claiming to have St Mirrens best interest at heart and the dirty deed is done to change our name to rangers and move along the motorway, how will we feel then. I can't believe that the takeover has not been explained and publicised more to our support to advise of this sort of horror outcome. Are St Mirren fans and the people of Paisley and Renfreshire that disallusioned and apathetic to the club now ? It's maybe just my paranoia of the situation but the timing and lack of push and effort for our situation is concerning.

They don't know whether they are coming or going. It's a frenzy on there Shower of knuckle dragging mouth breathers

The CIC would do us a deal I'm sure, with all the funerals they will be hosting in the Main Stand next year.

Green dot for that. I'm fed up seeing all this mathematically safe pish. I was educated on the Tom Hendrie school of being safe in a league.

What about Ralston ? I think we have a plunge pool there. Could we not have baptisms for born agains in that ?

1954 way before my time

HIT MAN Two blokes golfing were just about to tee off at the first hole of their local golf course when a guy carrying a golf bag called out to them, "Do you mind if I join you? My partner didn't Turn up." "Sure," they said, "You're welcome." So they started playing and enjoyed the game and the company of the newcomer Part way around the course, one of the golfing blokes Asked the newcomer, "What do you do for a living?" "I'm a hit man," was the reply. "You're joking!" was the response. "No, I'm not," he said, reaching into his golf Bag, and pulling out a beautiful Martini sniper's rifle with a large telescopic Sight. "Here Are my tools." "Can I take a look? I think I might be able to see My house from Here." "That's a beautiful telescopic sight," said The other golfing bloke, So he picked up the rifle and looked through the sight In the Direction of his house. "Yeah, I can see my house all right. This sight is Fantastic. I can See right in the window. Wow, I can see my Wife in the bedroom. Ha Ha, I can see she's naked!! Wait a minute, that's my Neighbour in There with her...... He's naked, too!!! He turned to the hitman, "How much do you charge For a hit?" "I'll do a flat rate, for you, one thousand dollars Every time I pull The trigger." "Can you do two for me now?" "Sure, what do you want?" "First, shoot my wife; she's always been mouthy, so Shoot her in the Mouth. Then the neighbour, he's a friend of Mine, so just shoot his Old fella off to teach him a lesson." The hitman took the rifle and took aim, standing Perfectly still for Few minutes. "Are you going to do it or not?" asked the Golfing bloke impatiently. "Just be patient," said the hitman calmly, "I think I can save you a Grand here....."