Academically Deficient

You stayed in Dennistoun proper. Unlike me who told people I lived there to avoid the horrified looks and ostracism I got when I told them the truth. I hear that Dennistoun now has delis and artisan bakers as well as hardcore Rangers pubs and kebab emporia.

Rakish Bingham anyone?

Surely Mickey Mellon isn't a real person. Is he not an Stan Lee character: mild mannered shelf stacker in the fruit section of Walmart by day, yellow bedecked crime fighter by night?

Have you watched the English Championship recently? It's even worse that the EPL

All of this is making me wonder if my former colleagues other fanciful stories were true. Maybe he did get off with Sheena Easton at the dancing? Perhaps he really did once play bass for the Goombay Dance band in their post-chart success period. But did he really invent 1970s dance craze "The Hucklebuck". Maybe it's time for me to be less suspicious of people...

Thanks. He could definitely play top half English Championship. As long as we dont face a Tony Andreu scenario it's fair enough.

I wish I was you. Imagine living a life untouched by Clydebank's premier ersatz soul and pop practitioners.

Now you mention it, that looks like Ally Mauchline. Killie, Well, Leicester. To use a popular pundit's euphemism, he was a "hard tackling" midfielder.

1992-93 maybe? Semi final at the old DP Enormodome. Accies retained the ashtray/bottle defeating Morton in the final at old terraced Love St. Might have been the game in which Morton's promising Alan Mahood (spelling ???) got badly crocked. I went for a few pints in Paisley afterwards. I only made that mistake one more time.

Hi ma'am. I understand you gotta problem witcha washing machine/tv/air con unit?

Very good. But I seem to remember it looking like one of those ashtrays you got with coupons from a petrol station in the 70s. Like I say, bad boys from Blantyre pure done it. We have had a succession of sexy keepers. Ricardo Ferguson had that authentic vhs porn star vibe going.

Gold boots. Hopefully it's an omen.

Imagine all the great Jewish comedy and fiction we'd have missed out on if he'd succeeded. Like The Bible.

Accies on their way to winning the 91/92 B&Q Cup against Ayr Utd. In front of almost 10,000 at Fir Park. This was the first <cough> major trophy the club had won. In a tragic turn of events, a day or so later, someone broke into the Douglas Park <cough again> trophy room and stole it. Police Scotland continues to look for some bad boys from Blantyre wot must've dun it.

Surprised to see Martin Canning isn't among the favourites Proven track record of keeping a team in the league. Just don't slag him if his dad is at the game. Otherwise there will be fisticuffs.

Cont...in those days you could breenge up to even an OF game and pay at the gate. A few of us were in Glasgow that last Saturday and on a whim decided to go to Ibrox to see a potentially historic game. Took one look at the queue and canned it. Jumped on the Subway back to town and went record shopping. Home in time to see the scenes from Dens on the news.

From memory Dundee Utd came up late on the inside rails and began to look like serious contenders after a midweek win at Celtic Park. Dons and Celtic were the favourites almost up to the final day. My recollection, perhaps faulty, is that most neutrals were pleased with the outcome as it signalled a possible end to Old Firm control, although Rangers were miles away from winning the league in those days and Dons were recent champions. The gap in OF spending power and the others on transfers and wages was negligible compared to now.

The spectators appear to have plenty of leg room and seem not to be praying for death to visit them soon. Which suggests that it's not Rugby Park. Either that or that Scottish people have grown longer limbs since the late 70s.

One Two Three Four by Craig Brown 150 v. short chapters over 650 pages. Although the outline narrative is the life of the fab four up to 1970, it's not boringly linear. It goes off at tangents and picks up on the many weird coincidences that littered their career and focuses on a lot of the "little people" that other authors ignore. Like Big Mal Evans' story which I wasn't aware of. The thread running through it is Brian Epstein. It's a very different take from other famous biographers of the Fab Four. I literally couldn't put it down. It doesn't go into any muso details unlike others, just focuses on the amazing story. The best book I've read about The Beatles, and I've read a few. 10/10

As a former resident of Haghill, I find the great reviews for Dennistoun very interesting. It's either improved massively in the last 20 years, or these posts are being written by recent arrivals from Mogadishu.

On the theme of impersonating your way to success, here are 2 of the kits worn by The Pride of Lanarkshire in 2007-08. As they powered their way to unstoppable success in league, cup and European arenas, their opponents were clearly intimidated by their resemblance to Argentina and Brazil. The following season they extended the theme by wearing the Netherlands kit. The cunning plan was foiled when they gave one of them to Marvin Andrews and told him to play centre half. And thus the spell was broken

Profound injustice it is then. It would have been some sight, Benfica or internazionale pitching up at the Kings Park hotel. Away fans in the the Main St. Shawfield under the midweek lights in a glamour European game. Sorry if I'm making this worse.

I worked with a Clyde fan who was still bitter that they were once denied a place in Europe due to some arcane UEFA rule that limited the number of teams from a city to 2 in any given year. Given that the whole world (or people from Lanarkshire. Same thing) know they come from Ruglen this is either: 1. A profound injustice 2. Untrue.

Thanks for the very measured response, mate. I was nervous about that one

That's actually really good.