We used to fall out all the time as bairns. We used to get skelped as well by our parents. Bare bum and slippers were involved. It was like a Sunday Post cartoon upbringing.
My wife, from a supposedly different cultural background went through the same nonsense.
It took us until our second bairn to realise the utter stupidity of this approach.
There is a great Michael Marra song titled "I don't like Methil" about folk that don't hold an affection for somewhere or other, often based on some kind of snobbery. My scheme has less junkies pishing in our stairwell than you etc.
I miss Michael
Saw Willo Flood in the wine aisle at Tesco earlier. Like me, he wasn't wearing a poppy.
We refrained from high-fiving each other.
Either him or his other half is a Rose drinker, which I 've got to admit, kind of ruined the moment.
We laid my brother to rest yesterday. We got one of the last remaining plots at the cemetery.
My preference is also to be buried, but then I'm pretty old school regarding things like that.
It does not excuse the absolute circus that this time of year has become.
No country suffered more than Poland under the fucking Nazis but they don't feel the need to turn remembrance into a shitshow.
Watched a TV programme a few years back, cannae mind which part of the world it was, but the delicacy was freshly deceased chimpanzee brain.
Absolutely binging.
Bit late to the party here, but that is ridiculous from McPake. I've been involved in a number of post-match conferences and never witnessed anything like that from a winning manager. Were there any background dynamics that would put his remarks into some kind of context?