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I THINK YOU'LL FIND YOU WERE ACTUALLY ONLY 1. YOU SEE 3 MINUS 2 EQUALS 1 Now... if you'd written '3+2 ish' then you might well have been 5. I hope this helps?

The Stow Brae/Cockles Wilson Bus - away strip...

Great, Tom. Ta. Like a couple of years ago, last night MsChing nagged asked if I was going to check out the Maes Howe vidcam... I'd forgotten! I said I would, cos it'll be a sign.... ...from solstice this afternoon, I suggested to her, the days will be getting longer and brighter AND StMirren will start to stick in the goals. I'm gaunie be a Druid or sic-like, when I grow up... ETA: Here's the link again, btw - for live vidcam coverage of the winter sun striking the back wa, o an ancient burial-type mound on Orkney!

What area? The area of the old Canal Station?

Not so sad. If that hudnae happened, it would have been given a lethal injection by now cos it was incontinent and its breathe boked...

Ice Cold in Alex Paths of Glory Old Yeller The Cruel Sea So Well Remembered

Being Scots, I called it a Girr. Mine was made of steel. And... .... aye. I do believe it's still in a lock-up in Paisley... Anybuddie know when Antiques Road Show is next in the Toon Hall? I'm sure my brother would get a good price for me. eta: Found a wee bit in a poem...

Somehow that just reads like rhyming slang for... I dunno wot, exactly... Rinks, rinky-dink? Pink? Chink...? Gink? Fink. Maybe I should get out a bit more...

This thread died of natural causes - it only asked for a mere 5 shite xmas songs. Now... 50?

I agree. Was there no some bint on the pitch in 1987 after we'd won the Cup, talking to the winning Buddies? Whatever became of her? Bet she's vanished off the face of the sporting earth... Alan Green is good and honest about some of the shite fitba he gets paid to watch and report on r5live. I enjoy the odd snatches I hear, of him doing engerland games.

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AND THAT'S IT FROM HOLLZ, IN STEREO! I think she must've been sniffing the California Syrup of Figs again....

If HSS can do that with a falling coin - he can do anything.

But aol are a cul de sac So many restrictions. You can't load up foties and then let the public see them - only OTHER aol PEOPLE. If you run websites then you have to use THEIR FTP software for uploading files - no matter what they claim is possible. And when Yankee schoolweans are online on a Sat a.m. AOL is slower than a slow sloth in slothland during sleepy time.

This might have been on here before - but it's worth repeating... Two builders, Fred and Bill, are seated either side of a table in a rough pub when a well-dressed man enters, orders a beer and sits on a stool at the bar. The two builders start to speculate about the occupation of the "suit". Fred: "I reckon he's an accountant." Bill: "No way! He's a stockbroker." Fred: "He's no stockbroker! A stockbroker wouldn't come in here!" The argument repeats itself for some time until the volume of beer gets the better of Fred and he makes for the toilet. On entering the toilet he sees that the "suit" is standing at a urinal. Curiosity and several jugs get the better of the builder... Fred: "Scuse me...no offence meant, but me and me mate were wondering what you do for a living?" Suit: "No offence taken! I'm a Logical Scientist by profession" Fred: "Oh! What's that then?" Suit: "I'll try to explain by example. ...Do you have a goldfish at home?" Fred: "Er...mmm...well, yeah, I do as it happens!" Suit: "Well, it's logical to follow that you keep it in a bowl or in a pond. Which is it?" Fred: "It's in a pond. Suit: "Well, then it's reasonable to suppose that you have a large garden." Fred: "As it happens, yes, I have got a big garden." Suit: "Well then It's logical to assume that, in this town, if you have a large garden that you have a large house." Fred: "As it happens I've got a five-bedroom house...built it myself." Suit: "Well, given that you've built a five-bedroom house it is logical to assume that you haven't built it just for yourself and that you are quite probably married." Fred: "Yes, I am married, I live with my wife and three children!" Suit: "Well then it is logical to assume that you are sexually active with your wife." Fred: "Yep! Four nights a week!" Suit: "Well then it is logical to suggest that you do not masturbate very often. Fred: "Me? Never!" Suit: "Well there you are, that's logical science at work!" Fred: "How's that then?" Suit: "Well from finding out that you had a goldfish, I've told you about the size of garden you have, the size of house, your family and about your sex life!" Fred: "I see. That's pretty impressive...thanks mate!" They both leave the toilet and Fred returns to his mate. Bill: "I see the suit was in there, did you ask him what he did? Fred: "Yep! He's a logical scientist!" Bill: "What's that then?" Fred: "I'll try to explain. Do you have a goldfish?" Bill: "Nope" Fred: "Well then, you're a Wanker...."

A major component company advised that they are launching a revolutionary new microchip that can be implanted into a woman's breast and play music! The i-TiT will cost £299 and is regarded as a major breakthrough, as women are always moaning that men just stare at their tits and never listen to them!

We like the Big Man - especially as he's scouring our goals! No one's comlaining.

What? Not even a Mouther Souperior?

As a proven goalscorer, I wonder how many pounce we could sell Billy for?

Or it might help them realise how many 'clueless-aboot-fitba' wankers there are on the terraces...

Sarah Beeny back for a new series of Property ladder next week. Here's my top 5. Including Gifs... click on them for.... 'action'...

Before I start - in sentiment I agree with what you're portraying in your post, but... The only point worth considering - ignoring the "aye but what ifs..." is that he scored the winning goal at Falkirk when it was too late for them to recover. HE won that match. Not Sutton, not Mark Yardley, not Gerry Baker. Billy Mehmet - our current 'striker' - HE scored for us. I think there was pish-taking there - and yours has been a prime sample. Billy M is what he IS. He's scored us a few VERY FEW but important goals at the right time. He's not a convincing striker - and yet... he knows how to play the game... it may come good for Billy and us. I do think Kean had a lot more starts and games than Mehmet last year so the comparison is less than fair. Again, I agree. Thierry Henry could have done better for us. But Thierry preferred the sunshine of Barcelona. I guess. And also why you and me are punters and Gus gets paid to do that tricky - unthankful task... I don't get this one. I thought we did pay good money for Dargo - albeit not to another club but we outbid other offers? Which is like' buying' to me...? Can't disagree with that but there has to be a period of adjustment between aspiration and realisation. And -sadly in SPHell - that appears to be dictated by dish. And while he learns his trade to be the genius goalscorer we all want to watch - Mr Mehmet is what we CAN currently afford. Your heart's in the right place just rushing ahead too fast, I fear.

Fuxake! :0

I think Raymond has understandably retained the eye-candy till the Final next week. In France. The Jock and his wife who had Jacques Tamson's restaurant (with deep-fried Mars Bars in Windsor) seem to me a better fit for Raymie (and a much more aspiring chef) than the buxom blonde burds with their cutesy brown and green (VERY) plain cooking of mundane materials... The other finalists (an army chef and his neurotic nutcase wife - TOO stressed) are just like Raymie's top of the market offering in Manoir Au Qat Saisons(sp?). But I don't mind another week of Jess and Laura...

I suspect that the voluptuous Jess and Laura will not be in the Series after tonight. Theyr'e in the play-off and though I may love them, I'm with Raymond in the 'not-quite-good-enough-in-the-kitchen' stakes. Tho if they were rolled in Olive Oil, I could think again. Watch tonight. Tears and heaving, well-filled twin bosoms... Who says - the licence fee is not worth it?! Hah!