HeWhoWalksBehindTheRows

Is that Inverness?

The Last OF ****

You're on a roll with these puns

Weigh me used to be an answer to a threat in Inverness when I was in school, as in "your getting battered" -"am I? Oh fucking weigh me" Cigarettes were also known as Bretts or Roos for some reason.

No online Factions? What the actual f**k? I've been dreaming about new Factions for years, gutted.

Oh my fucking days!

Pal has put up an ambiant synth ep hes done on Spotify (did I do that right, did I sound cool? shakes head, exhales deeply) , it's good, anyway.... Forwarded it to another friend and finished text with " just thought you might get a kick out of it" One minute later hes sent a pic of the Orgazoid on his deck chair with " take five man, have a swim" Got me thinking that my age and peer group, we go heavy on the film and tv quotes. Reckon if you got about 5 or 6 of us together for a full day, we could speak probably about 80 percent in Partridge, Peep, Reeves+Mortimer, Office, Curb etc, prob more when firing in lines from songs. I fucking love it but the amount of times someone will say something and I just cant help replying in a quote from Spaced, Brass Eye, Thick Of It etc, sometimes it feels like a curse. Sometimes I feel like taking it back, taking them all back. Anybody else suffer this infliction?

Telling pals about this and mentioned the picture of the shirts hed set up in changing room to read 1, 6, 9, 0 or some other daft fucking *** number but cant find the pic cause in a wee bit shit at the internet and lazy as f**k. If any c**t with a bit of energy and a hatred for the orcs could pop it up I'd be greatfull, thanks

Shes about 12 ffs man

Tanqueray 10 is a truly tremendous Gin. Did you sip the Tanqueray, and was your mind on your money and your mouth in the Gan-jay?

Any footage please!! Had to cut lights at end of each track then back in when he talked

Would really appreciate any footage of Madness Inverness. Anything with suggs, preferably in the spot light. Scam filmed a wee bit for personal improvement, poor as f**k, in, out, bright, dull, lost. You fucking think these concerts, Kaisers, N Gallagher, Bella,, procksimers, and my total fucking favourite Be Charlotte, and Your man Capaldi, its all like behind the curtain wizard of oz type shit, held together with zip ties and duct tape and fucking illuminated by a total fucking shit muncher like me!

Does anyone know if your man from St Mirren has moved season ticket holders or fixed the online ticketing service or said any lies about Oran at all? Sure we would have heard something by now?

I've been doing a wee bit of event stuff on the side this year, stage set up, crew work etc. Rolled up friday get told I'm on the spotlight that night, never touched one in my life! Up the tower with a 25 grand torch, instructions were to follow Suggs! It was utterly surreal following, or trying to, him as he sang shit that id grown up hearing! So hard not to nod and move and look at the crowd as they were all bouncing!! Its something I'm not going to forget!!

Why are you bothering clearing off the dog shite and take away cartons??

Mmm hmmm.

Does he have a clothes shop per chance? Edit: beaten by LondonHMFC

I shave mine over the compost bin. Hair is the tits for compost.

You're on the ball(point).

Not a Nice Guy amoungst the lot of them though.

Reservoir Prods

I mean, whatever gets them through it, right? But c'mon to f**k. Its like the "white feathers are a sign your being watched over?" Is it, aye? Or is it that almost absolutely everything, with the exception of feather dusters, are stuffed with white feathers? And that most birds have white, downy feathers when younger or on their undersides? It's nice and all if my old dear is up there dropping feathers, but £5 notes would be a bit more practical tbh.

Like I've said before on here, and to my sister, is it a dead relative when its eating the lumps out of a dog shite or pecking a rival to death?

I struggle to enjoy Animal Farm for this reason.

It was a hard fucking slog in higher English I can tell you. Always remember the bit in the Brookmyer novel when the guy is saying to his old English teacher that a book about teuchter farmers raping their Daughters is maybe not the best story to try to get teenagers into Scottish literature. Still, it gave me and my pals a classic line that we still use to this day "Your my flesh and blood Chrissie, I'll do with you as I please."