Sweet Pete

Kilmarnock.

Barr has only played about half his first team career games at centre half; he played right back for Bairns, centre mid for Hearts, left back for County and a mix of the three / phsyio's table everywhere else, so it's not strictly accurate to say he's a natural centre half.

Thankfully we don't have to sully ourselves doing business with them. They did, however, stiff my ironmongery supplier for a few hundred notes when they went the way of the dodo. I believe a face painter also lost out.

Got stung for several grand by a Scottish supplier that went out of business, so putting the remainder of the order out to a Polish company to be completed and hoping they don't just disappear into the Eastern European night with our 15 grand. Who says the building industry isn't exciting?

I'd pump the tiger whilst thinking of you, GD.

Mine is prone to taking a fever when he gets the cold, which seems to be every 6 weeks or so at the minute. Frighteneing when you check him and he's up near the dangerous end of the temperatures. Thankfully the old staples of either calpol or baby nurofen seem to do the trick fpr him and make him comfortable and bring the temp down to safer levels again. He's not had a fever for a while now, fingers crossed. I mind halucinating when I had a fever as a kid, it was terrifying, definitely not something I want him to experience.

You're doing a great job of representing the "real" Scots abroad, Ross. By showing the Swiss that we're a shower of drunken, shambling morons.

Throbber as a parent. We're all fucked, lads. Game's a bogey.

Mind when that woman stuck a cat in a wheelie bin and the whole world lost their minds? People are fannies.

I hate cats. I'll kick it to death for you, free of charge.

Throbber, you should walk up to her, rub her stomach and say "when's it due?" Women love that.

I don't know about Dundee life expectancy, but in Glasgow it reportedly varies from 53 to 82 depending on the area you live in. Which would mean I'm not far off middle-aged at 31.

What's this? A deid one of these. Gary Dicker.

What's big and green and would kill you if it fell out of a tree? Gary Dicker's snooker table.

Gary Dicker's rectum. Rectum? Damn near killed 'em!

I'm not wee and I reserve losing my temper for the offline world. Otherwise you are correct.

It's great, you can see the entire pitch in great detail and it's only pennies to get in and no-one will bother you and the rock stays open later than the stadium. You should definitely travel from Dundee to Dumbarton without a match ticket and do that. I'm amazed no-one has ever thought of it before.

She loves creepy, wee, old guys who lose their temper on internet forums, so you were her ideal.

Cheating on your significant other is one of life's true pleasures. Like the rush of extreme sports or drugs. Or so my wife tells me.

Shut up, throbber.

Mix it with water to make a non-Newtonian liquid. It's far more fun than whatever you're planning on cooking with it.

Nade? Tremendous!

Glad he's gone. Hopefully we get a proper manager quickly.

If me making that brief forum post (and I guess this reply also) was his goal in comedy then I suppose he's achieved that.

You know the funny thing about Limmy? Nothing.