RickMcD

I was in the Wishing Well shop hundreds of times and I used to think it was a weird name for a shop. I never associated it with the well round the corner. Thick or what?

The paper shop round the corner was called the wishing well. (might still be)

I think the "easy liquidation" myth is just that. If they liquidate a pre pack will be very hard to achieve. I think the assets will be sold separately and that Ibrox could end up as a development sight quite easily. I think a new co is unlikely to bid for murrey park as they simply cant afford it, All their players will be out of contract and they are most likely to be in the third division. I think there may well be rival newcos fighting over the "legacy",
Let the games begin

I hope you're wrong but fear you may be correct. The rangerstaxcase article yesterday seems to think that a CVA might not be on as nobody seems willing to put in enough to make it attractive to any of the creditors. They also think and a lot of commentators agree that HMRC have to send out a message that entering a piddling little CVA and carrying on more or less as before (presumably without cheating) isn't on. I'm almost waiting to hear that the SFA or SPL are going to help r*ngers out. Nothing would surprise me.

Given what we all know now, I am asking myself why Saints sending our young men to play them tomorrow?
I hope that NO Saints football supporter will buy a ticket to Ibrox again.

Have those people no shame? They are an absolute disgrace.

Yup, it would appear us dissing a player is the magic formula!
Jim Goodwin you've been pish since yer comeback, Doug Imrie you couldny score in a brothel!

In football as well as cricket nowadays there is a tendency never to drop the really big names. Over the last couple of years it has infuriated me how many chances KP got. His stats for the last two years don't make particularly good reading. If he had a brain he would be dangerous and the idiot still hasn't taken on board the fact that cricket is a team game. I actually crossed swords with Piers Morgan about Pieterson a couple of years ago. Morgan kept going on about how badly KP had been treated and how a world class batsman couldn't be dropped. I got fed up reading his shit and e-mailed him. He responded in his magazine article quoting my e-mail allegedly but what was printed wasn't even close to what I said. The bastard ridiculed me. He and KP are good drinking buddies but that shouldn't blind you to his obvious faults. The thing with the big bugger is that every time when he must be very close to getting dropped he comes up with a big ton. He could even do it today.
In the EPL, I wonder if some of the big stars have it in their contract that they can't be dropped. Rooney,Ferdinand, Torres, Carroll and many more have got away with it at times. I'm not saying they never get dropped but without question 'ordinary' players will get dropped a hell of a lot quicker. I know the temptation to keep the really big players in the team must be great but how some get away with it for so long amazes me.
Looking forward to a good day's play today. Really so far it has been England v Mahela Jayawardene.

Never thought of that. My apologies.

Don't read his input any more. Now, let me guess where he put his onions?

That poor scabby lion. Always felt sorry for it. I wonder if there was a history to it. Like, who shot it? And where and when? And who stuffed it?
A crowd of us used to go to the Storrie St.baths every Sunday at 8am. for, wait for it, mixed bathing! I kid you not. Risque or what? It sounds unbelievable, it was in the 60's and some of my mates parents wouldn't let them go in case...... well, you know. Just a few years later we were all going to Spain and seeing women getting their bits out. Of course as we all know, after the first few days you didn't notice any more. Honest.

Aye, that's how your Specsavers number one customer.

You may be closer to the truth than you imagined. Gray was bisexual and it was well known that he frequently went on 'recreational' trips to Thailand. His only son died out there when on a debauched trip with him. Maybe Gray fancied one of us that day in Bangor. Well, we are attractive men! I'm glad I didn't realise who he was when I was talking to him. He wasn't a good guy to upset.

I'm going to disagree with the Town Hall and suggest the Library/Museum.

Well, I would vote for:-
Pozbaird in charge of the Coffee, Tea, Mars Bars and Pies.
St. Sid can be in charge of Sausage Rolls and Signing Players.
Stuart Dickson could be in charge of all things technical and legal at the Club.
The Silent Majority and Lex would be joint responsible for hiring and firing Managers and their Assistants, player training regimes and diets.
Kendo would be in charge of Hospitality and responsible for all the Peroni and in charge of a Supporters Bar (if we ever get one).
Shull would get an "Executive" position within the Club and have an exclusive "Taxi contract" for all Club staff and Officials. He would of course get free entry to all games as part of his contract as well as double mileage for all taxi-ing duties.
Faraway would be the Janitor.
Tony Fitzpatrick and Billy Abercrombie would would be "meeters and greeters" at Hospitality.

I thought this was going to be similar to Perthshirebell's Gym Changing Rooms stories.

I know that everyone is hand-wringing over this "terrible tragedy" but seriously some people are so unbelievably stupid that laughing is the only option. I sometimes wonder whether people do this deliberately in a weird attempt to claim some compensation.
I can't believe Labour are asking Maude to resign over it.

This story is true, loosely based on petrol and has a St.Mirren connection. Might interest some of you.
About ten years ago I was in my local one Saturday afternoon. I was in company with a few of my mates. One of them, Olly, had been a part time member of the RUC for nearly thirty years at at one point I heard him kind of catch his breath. I looked up and I saw he was looking at a big tall fair haired guy across the bar from us. During the troubles, it was an occupational hazard for a policeman to be recognised in the wrong place, (Especially without his gun). The fair haired guy kind of smiled and came round towards us. I have to admit, I was nervous. In these situations you just never know what can happen. The big fella said to Olly,'Do I know you?' and Olly said,yes, I worked with your dad. The atmosphere changed, it was smiles all round and we got back to enjoying ourselves. I caught that the big man's name was Jim and he and Olly started talking about the Jim's dad and people they both knew. I was kind of in the conversation but I had an eye on final score trying to see the Saints result. Eventually the guy Jim said to me,'So you're a Scotchman then?' Sharp as a tack these Ulstermen. I think it's my accent. I gave up years ago trying to correct the Scotchman thing. Before I could say a word, Olly chipped in 'Not only is he a Scotsman, he supports St.Mirren and he knew Davy Lapsley!' Now, I've never claimed to have known Davy Lapsley. I probably got his autograph about a dozen times because that what we did in those days. Olly I knew had worked with Shell all his life and so it turned out had Jim's dad. Probably quite a few of you will recall that so too did Davy Lapsley. Virtually all Northern Ireland's petrol used to come from Scotland and still does. Olly and Jim's dad knew Davy well and Jim as a boy had often accompanied his dad to Grangemouth and had come to regard Davy as an uncle. We had a right old chin-wag about St.Mirren. And then a couple of Jim's mates appeared from the pool-room and he had to go. Jim had to pay their bill and you've heard of a guy producing a wad of notes that would choke a horse. Well, think hippo and you might get the picture.Jim bought nearly everybody in the bar a drink before they left.
When they had gone ,Olly asked me if I had recognised Jim. When I said no , he told me,'He is Doris Day!' You could have knocked me over with a feather. Some of you will probably know who I mean but if not google Jim 'Doris Day'Gray, UDA commander. Easy to find. Just months later, he was shot in the face apparently on the orders of Johnny 'Mad Dog' Adair. He as you may know until recently lived in Troon. Jim survived that shooting but needed a lot of plastic surgery to his face. Three years later he was killed in a hail of bullets in his father's garden. Killed by his own side.
He was no loss to humanity. He undoubtedly murdered several people personally and ordered the deaths of many more. The google entries only covers part of the story. His name still crops up over here now and again. Everyone says there isn't a good word to say about him and of course that's true. But he did kind of follow St.Mirren.

This story is true, loosely based on petrol and has a St.Mirren connection. Might interest some of you.
About ten years ago I was in my local one Saturday afternoon. I was in company with a few of my mates. One of them, Olly, had been a part time member of the RUC for nearly thirty years at at one point I heard him kind of catch his breath. I looked up and I saw he was looking at a big tall fair haired guy across the bar from us. During the troubles, it was an occupational hazard for a policeman to be recognised in the wrong place, (Especially without his gun). The fair haired guy kind of smiled and came round towards us. I have to admit, I was nervous. In these situations you just never know what can happen. The big fella said to Olly,'Do I know you?' and Olly said,yes, I worked with your dad. The atmosphere changed, it was smiles all round and we got back to enjoying ourselves. I caught that the big man's name was Jim and he and Olly started talking about the Jim's dad and people they both knew. I was kind of in the conversation but I had an eye on final score trying to see the Saints result. Eventually the guy Jim said to me,'So you're a Scotchman then?' Sharp as a tack these Ulstermen. I think it's my accent. I gave up years ago trying to correct the Scotchman thing. Before I could say a word, Olly chipped in 'Not only is he a Scotsman, he supports St.Mirren and he knew Davy Lapsley!' Now, I've never claimed to have known Davy Lapsley. I probably got his autograph about a dozen times because that what we did in those days. Olly I knew had worked with Shell all his life and so it turned out had Jim's dad. Probably quite a few of you will recall that so too did Davy Lapsley. Virtually all Northern Ireland's petrol used to come from Scotland and still does. Olly and Jim's dad knew Davy well and Jim as a boy had often accompanied his dad to Grangemouth and had come to regard Davy as an uncle. We had a right old chin-wag about St.Mirren. And then a couple of Jim's mates appeared from the pool-room and he had to go. Jim had to pay their bill and you've heard of a guy producing a wad of notes that would choke a horse. Well, think hippo and you might get the picture.Jim bought nearly everybody in the bar a drink before they left.
When they had gone ,Olly asked me if I had recognised Jim. When I said no , he told me,'He is Doris Day!' You could have knocked me over with a feather. Some of you will probably know who I mean but if not google Jim 'Doris Day'Gray, UDA commander. Easy to find. Just months later, he was shot in the face apparently on the orders of Johnny 'Mad Dog' Adair. He as you may know until recently lived in Troon. Jim survived that shooting but needed a lot of plastic surgery to his face. Three years later he was killed in a hail of bullets in his father's garden. Killed by his own side.
He was no loss to humanity. He undoubtedly murdered several people personally and ordered the deaths of many more. The google entries only covers part of the story. His name still crops up over here now and again. Everyone says there isn't a good word to say about him and of course that's true. But he did kind of follow St.Mirren.

They're panic buying all over Northern Ireland. All our petrol comes from the mainland, a lot of it from Scotland. It can be an added complication as the stuff has to get on the ships in Scotland in the first place. The loyalist strikes were successful in large part due to petrol drying up.
On the bright side, the bampots on both sides don't need nearly as much as they used to for their firebombs and Molotov Cocktails.

Slash, that photo is actually the old county buildings. The balcony on it is where Davy Lapsley famously asked 'Who was it that won the Scottish Cup?' in 1959. The jail was behind the county buildings and from memory there was an entrance to the right of the county buildings which served the jail and the old polis office.
Great photo all the same.

I was told once, don't know if there is any truth in it, that someone died here is an urban myth.
Of course we all believe that the circles represent a pair of glasses but they actually represent the bicycle the guy was on when he fell off the church.

I think your Dad's theory was as wrong as the falling builder theory. And for the same reason.
Even after a vindaloo, I couldnae crap as far away from the tower as that.

I remember my mum taking my big sister and me up to show us. I was almost kind of awestruck by the story. When my dad came home that night it was back to earth when he gave his verdict. 'A load of sh**e!'

I don't know if we have a thread to recommend a movie. I couldn't find one. It's risky suggesting to anyone to watch a film but last night I watched The Guard. I'm sure some of you will have seen it already. In Ireland a Guard is a member of Garda Siochana, the police force in the Republic. It was filmed around Galway and in Connemara in the west of Ireland- a beautiful part of the world. I laughed till I was sore. If anyone can watch this movie and not laugh then I despair.
It is very un-pc and the language would probably make Shull's hair curl. If you haven't seen it, do yourself a favour and find it.