Happy Buddie

Does anyone know when the SPFL let the computer run riot and decide who plays who, where and when next season? And when they tell us?

These houses were built on "business grants" , not loans, of 90% for bed & breakfasts, the beauty is they only had to open for business one day a year, usually Xmas Day and even then there were always No Vacancies.

Day I was born 8th November 1958, pumped 1-5 at Love Street by Aberdeen. BOOOOOOO. But..........revenge on the 25th April 1959 when we pumped them 3-1 in the Cup Final. Yippeeee. I was on my Da's shooders when they brought the cup back to Paisley.

Hope you enjoy a wee bit of the craic when you're in Muff.

As my old Grampa used to say, the Mayor Muff, the better.

A kind of hardcore hide n seek called ???Buzz off??

Fish or seaweed?

I remember RD well as I was a real boxing fan before Sky got a hold of it. He was a brickie's labourer before he went pro boxing, got absolutely belted, by Ali I think (but mibbe no) then at the end of the fight Harry Carpenter asked what he'd do next, he replied "I'll find something, I'm still young. Tell me I'm still young.", with a big daft smile on his face. ETA, just checked, the fight he said the above was his second last, against Bugner, blown away in the first round.

Have a word with Kevin Thomson, I've heard he's got some spare time on his hands, he knows everything there is to know about diving. BTW if you do go diving in Muff, just be careful, the sewage outlet is quite near the playground.

I was going to say three big fish in a wee pond, but I feel the have more in common with eels than real fish..........slippery horibble ba$tards. And they're in a trap for next season from which only two can escape. I can see almost all of the current Championship managers next season rubbing their hands and saying let's get intae these toerags, we can take them (mibbe no Hertz, but the other two).

We used the wee hoopy bit of steel from the back of a toddler's trike, hacksaw through the tube the ran down from the saddle to the middle of the rear axle, leaving a wee circle of tube attached to the axle, through which you could hammer a nail into the wood from below, giving solid-state steering, much more positive than rope, we used to fly down Brediland Road from the bus stop at Amochrie Road, taking that big sweeping right hand bend at the bottom near the clinic. Used to scare the shit out of car and bus drivers coming up the hill as we clattered sideways (drifting?) towards them.

I don't remember anything about that, sounds juicy. What was the story?

I prefer my ferry travel to be horizontal, feckin' hat vertical, that does my stomach in. I presume you meant "sideways".

I'm sure the EU would be happy to maintain the number of countries in its sawy, as Englandshire and a few others try to negotiate their way out ( or just leave). I can see a lot of plc.s moving their headquarters north in order to have a foothold in Europe as the Tories, Labour etc., become political chameleons to keep saets on the gravy train that is a politician's lot.

Nice one, but funnily enough, it's for exactly the opposite reason, in that their Capital clubs are too big for their ultra-diddy league. Jeez, some of those clubs make the Highland League look like La Liga.

OK. Pub quiz question. How many other capital cities in Europe don't have a team playing in theiir countries top league?

My biggest "Jeeeezuss!!!" moment came at Prestwick when I used to commute back and forth to Dublin a few years ago. One of those big C5 Galaxy buggers was on the tramac as we landed, apparently one had broken a wing in Germany and the only thing big enough to carry the spare wing was one of its sisters, but it had to land at Prestwick as it didn't have enough fuel to go all the way to Germany in one hop, and there wasn't a runway long enough anywhere else to land and take off again. Up until that point I thought Jumbos were big. Haven't seen the new Dreamliner or A380 up close yet tho'. Are they as big? Hard to beleive, almost, that soemthing that size can fly. Seems it hold the record for the heaviest "plane plus cargo" ever to fly, c.350 tons, only things heavier that can "fly" are rocket powered.

The stories of Sid's misbehaviour (mibbe it is something in the name) are legion. My mate at worktold me on one of their early visits to the US, when they landed at JFK, the rest of the band turned right at the exit to follow the limo driver, Sid turned left, and nobody saw him again for 5 days when he turned up at a hotel in Chicago. (the band at that stage were in Houston)

Another neddish, wee corner-boy gone from scottish fotball. That can only be a good thing. Saying that, if he does end up at Norwich, I'll be mightily interested to see how he handles real pressure. Cue Hiroshima on the touchline.

That might be it, it does look blasted, I remember going to se the Wallace Yew with my Grampa in the 60s (jeez that long?) and remembered it a a big full, wide tree.

SNCF - Stations No Coaches Fit.

I'll get one on Saturday if no-one has before me.

On the hoarding of the Tesco site on Renfrew Road, one of RDC's posters has pictures of the Toon Hall and the Abbey and of Castle Semple Loch on either side of a picture of a pretty dramatic looking tree, mibbe a yew. Can anyone identify where that tree is?

On the radio last night, someone said it'll be his agent shit-stirring, he's guilty of this sort of thing before, looking to make his client or the team unhappy/unsettled, so he can get his cut of yet another transfer deal. Smacks of the Anelka Brothers situation.

Is there a tranny playing on the telly tonight? Might watch that, if the game's no' oan.