Sweet Pete

Been said before, but must be a sair ane for yourself and the other Lichties seeing how the two clubs have fared since that fateful day. Your team was far better than ours on paper. Guys like Doris, Kerr and Falkingham were excellent for that level and Dumbarton's team at the time was mostly jobbers who played on pure spirit rather than skill.

What a day that was. Proper backs to the wall stuff.

Just thought of a weird one from a couple of years ago. My step-mum's father died and at the pub afterwards my step-mum and my step-brother's wife took the opportunity of having us all together to get some pleasant group photos of us all smiling. Seemed a really strange idea to me, it's not like we were all together for a party.

I got punched in the junk not ten minutes ago. He's now entered the gross phase. Saying "poo" and "pee" and "bogies" and laughing his head off.

That was my lad's first word as well. No feeling like it.

Part time. Past it but at that level should score the odd goal here and there.

Erroneous! The Sarn't is a superb poster. A national treasure.

Seconded. Motion carried. Shouts also for WaffenThinMint aka Bible John, one of the few generally creepy posters on here, and Monkey Tennis, who can ruin any thread he posts in, turning any discussion into utter tedium.

Kia Sportage. It's for the work, not for me, hence my saying "works vehicle". Ordered a VW Touareg for the business as well.

Saw Kevin Nicoll in Clydebank Asda earlier. Almost spaffed my knickers. c**t's not just amazing on the pitch, but pure gorgeous tae <3

A works vehicle.

Yes. Though that conversation made me wish I hadn't previously.

Just been speaking to an English car dealer on the phone. He gave the following "patter": "Is it snowing up where you are?" "How far away from Glasgow are the Orkneys?" "Do they all vote SNP up there?" "We (meaning England) will all take over soon enough" "I'm just giving you some ribbing" The fucking plum.

I often mix my oils in the chamber, bit of cola, bit of red bull, bit of peach, bit of cherry. They don't really blend so the taste changes as you smoke down.

Started using a cheap one three or four weeks ago. Switched to a Liqua Lites one about two weeks back and it's night and day from the crap cheap ones. No more struggling to get a draw, shite battery life or gunked up chamber coils. The Liqua Lites has no internal cords, instead using a central heat element and large capacity vertical power source. Nice clean burn, no struggle for a drag and a smooth inhale. Great value for 20 odd quid for the chamber, battery and charger.

Apparently in the US now for some diddy made up no-mark side.

Home for big Neill is Rugby Park

I mind my uncle's funeral the priest obviously hadn't a scooby who the deceased was so when he's giving his wee speech from the pulpit he started talking about Armageddon (the film, not the bible scenario) as he had seen it on the telly the night before. He then tried very clumsily to work the storyline of Armageddon into comforting words about my late uncle. So we got something like "John was a nice man, beloved by his family. I'm reminded of the film Armageddon, which I saw on television last night, wherein a brave crew has to save the world from an impending meteor strike. In the end they are able to save the world and return to a heroes welcome. This puts me in mind of John. I think we can all take comfort from that". What the deceased, childless, unmarried, alcoholic had in common with a film about Steve Buscemi shooting a machine gun at a space rock whilst batman pumps Aerosmith's daughter is anyone's guess.

'fore my time, auld yin.

You, sir, have just made a powerful enemy.

It'd be sad if he really did peak at age 17, but what a peak it was. An utterly superb wing back that season.

Andy's a nice guy. Won't hear a bad word against him.

That makes me feel all sorts of old.

Supposedly they're stuck over terms. John Gemmell is lined up as a second choice.