RickMcD

Was any other regular poster playing that day? I've racked my wee bit brain and I can't think what pillars you mean. We sometimes used a pillar at the front of the boys' kludgies as a post but I only remember one. The other obvious goalmouth was behind the school where there was a gap in the wall that separated the boys playground from the girls. Right beside the girls' toilets. It was a hanging offence to go into their areas but we did it to get our ball back. Well, it was a good excuse.

OK, Sonny. I take you're point and I know you are usually a very reasonable guy. It's impossible to have a reasonable discussion about immigration because there are two polarised groups. Neither the two shall meet or even wish to. Immigration brings problems of all sorts to the destination country and that's a fact but I know I will be shouted down for saying so. I can live with it. The current situation with IS is a big complication which shouldn't be ignored. And I don't care who did what to whom first. It wisnae me!

I'm surprised at you, Sonny. One of the most ludicrous posts I've ever seen on this forum and I've seen mountains of crap over the last few years.

There always has to be a first time.

I genuinely didn't realise it was aimed at you. I've had him on ignore for ages but see more and more of his stuff on my phone. He does sound promisingly intelligent at times, almost house trained. Should I forgive him and take him off ignore? PS Can't wait to hear his (humorous?) response to this post.

If you hadn't included the word 'almost' in your final sentence, I'd have sued.

Really sorry to hear that. He was a fine player but I didn't realise he was only 19 when we won the cup in 59. He was a quiet kind of guy who never said much and never got into any bother. RIP.

I regularly use a small railway station called Derriaghy and quite often see a young Arabic guy getting on and off trains. He wears clothing that's hard to describe but he has a round hat and wears what is almost a bouffon blouse thing down to about his knees. And he wears what resemble decorative nicky tams. That's probably got you all confused. I'm kind of on nodding terms with him but haven't actually spoken to him. I was up there yesterday and for once the platform was busy. The earlier train had been cancelled and quite a lot of workers from the nearby plant which used to be the DeLorean Car plant were on the platform. The young guy I was talking about walked along the platform and the tension in the air that sprung up was tangible. The lad always wears a small rucksack, which doesn't help, but the reaction of the folk up there was almost distressing to watch. Nothing was said but people were kind of shuffling away from him. To show a kind of solidarity with him I made a point of standing beside him and smiling and nodding. He braved it all out but I could see he was profoundly uncomfortable. It's easy to criticise the guys on the platform and accuse them of racism but can you honestly blame them? It's another 'Reds Under The Bed' situation but these bastards carrying out those hellish murders are bringing this on their own people, Not that they give a toss.

Maybe I should clean things up better and make this a seriously interesting thread, (Have we got any of those?) I learned today thanks to Steve Harley on the Chris Evans Breakfast Show that ' on this day in 1959, Prestwick Airport and Renfrew Airport in Scotland became the first British airports to sell duty free products'. I never knew that and I was around at the time. Got fond memories of Renfrew Airport. Used to go plane spotting there and then when I was playing fitba at KG5 as we knew it, I used to get a bollicking for watching planes instead of concentrating on the game. Happy days.

He can be handy. His calling card says 'Have Bus, Will Travel'.

Capital! Do I detect a nascent sense of humour?

I did but I didn't want the neighbours seeing my tadger. All our curtains were near the windows. A lot of guys tell me they used a sock. I don't know whether they then put it back on. Going off at a bit of a tangent, a guy I was at school with moved into a bedsit in Glasgow when he went to uni. He was quite successful with ladies and he told us that after he had done the business and removed his condom (we didn't call them that back then- we called them s***t bags, three for 3/9d. from Paisley Surgical Supply in Cotton Street in those days) he flicked it from his fold up bed straight into his sink. What a picture and I wonder what the lady thought about it.

I'm fond of doing crossword and codewords, particularly codewords. Quite often I come across a new word and have to look it up to see if it is a word. Came across one today. Zuggle. Well, I never! Maybe I had a sheltered childhood.

It has never crossed my mind that bluto needs any help. (Well, maybe, but not with economics or politics) Anyway, I think I let you off lightly what with the clumsy way you worded your question. In the present United Kingdom the question and answer are both irrelevant.

There's a totally state of the art, brand spanking new system called Google that can answer your questions. Look it up you lazy sod. And if you read enough and by some chance understand it, you will see why the SNP's prognostications amount to a crock of shit and that was even before the ass fell out of oil prices.

Now you've taken that a bit too far.

You want to learn to chilliax.

To paraphrase Pozbaird, I think he was suggesting you regularly play with yourself. I know of course you won't see this because, thankfully, I am lucky enough to be on ignore. Away and play with yourself.

Assuming you're referring to Goldhelpyonclown, Shull. Take pity on him. He clearly needs help. I can say what I want about him cos he ignores me which suits me just fine. He's a bombastic ass with a massive chip on his shoulder. His ability to spout hatred at a guy who is trying to do a difficult job with St.Mirren knows no bounds. He'll throw his toys out of his gigantic pram soon and disappear off in a strop just like he has in the past when he used to be Somner9 and God knows who else..

Left yourself wide open there, Shull. A bit like St.Mirren's defence.

A few of us went out from Bangor on a motor boat last week and landed at Carrickfergus. (King Billy did that once but not on a motor boat.) We had a few pints of ale and a late lunch in Wetherspoons and by the time we started heading back it was getting quite dark. The radio crackled to life and what followed I found quite interesting. A fishing boat named Wee Tom was calling the Belfast Coastguard which is actually based in Bangor. They had been fishing off The Gobbins on the County Antrim coast but now couldn't get their engine started. The messages then came something like this:- 'Wee Tom this is Belfast Coastguard. Say again' 'This is fishing boat Wee Tom. We're a mile and a half off the Gobbins and can't get our engine started. Out'. OK. Wee Tom. Belfast Coastgurd. Are you in imminent danger?' ' Wee Tom , no. But it's getting quite dark. Been trying to start our engine for half an hour' 'Roger that, Wee Tom. Are you drifting?' ' No, our anchor is deployed'. At that point a trawler came on line and said they could see Wee Tom but as they were on guard duty on the workings of new underwater pipe from Scotland to Ulster, they couldn't land Wee Tom's crew. 'Belfast Coastguard , did you copy that, Wee Tom?' 'Roger that. But we don't want to abandon our boat' 'Ok , Wee Tom. We will deploy Bangor Lifeboat' Two of the blokes on our boat are RNLI men and their bleepers immediately burst into life so it was a quick reaction. Our boat was too far away and too slow to help. The next thing that went on had me in stitches. 'Wee Tom, Belfast Coastguard. Can you please spell Wee Tom phonetically'. 'Wee Tom. What? Oh aye give us a minute.' 'Wee Tom here. Whisky Echo Echo---------' Silence. Everybody on our boat, including me, was virtually chanting Tango Oscar Mike. Eventually the coast guard came back on and asked them to spell the name. Again all they got was Whisky Echo Echo. So the coastguard asked again for the spelling. And then came the reply. 'Aw f**k! It's just Wee Tom!' 'Roger that, Wee Tom. Belfast coastguard out.' Folk were laughing for miles around. Just as Bangor lifeboat was about to launch, Wee Tom's engine started so the coastguard monitored Wee Tom's progress into Bangor and when we reached Bangor the lifeboat was being winched back into the station. I enjoyed the whole episode. Incidentally, there's a life-size statue of King Billy outside Carrickfergus Castle that was commissioned to mark the tercentenary of the 1690 landing. Apart from being pug-ugly, he was about four foot six tall if the statue was anything to go by. Orangemen don't like it. Everbody knows Billy was at least six foot six!

I wonder what he said afterwards? How professional football players manage to completely miss the framework I'll never understand. I didn't take a lot of penalties in my day, but I scored most of them. Keeper saved a few and I hit the post a few times but what was this guy doing? I have to assume it wasn't deliberate, but I wonder.

It's quite clear under IR rules that at the end of the day we are all responsible for our own tax under schedule E. If your employer has been dishonest then you can have comeback through the courts but who do you sue? Oldco is deid as you pointed out. A footballer's agent? They are all as honest as the day is long. Aren't they? There was a lot of nudge, nudge, wink, wink going on. We'll hear 'Honest, I never knew' stuff aplenty but I think Old Rangers, the agents and the players knew perfectly well what was going on and that there was a risk. I'm also sure that Ogilvie or somesuch told them not to worry it would be OK. The only mystery to me in the whole sordid business was the disgraceful verdicts in the first two court decisions. I hope this is looked at seriously. It was clearly taxable emolument beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Has he written his cheque for £194,000 yet? I'm sure it will make him feel better.

Is there such a thing as a partial c**t?