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No. There's only one man who can answer the Nation's call, one man who can lead Scotland back to a major final for the first time in a generation. Will that man come forward? Will he do his patriotic duty? Ladies and Gentlemen, pray silence for ...... LORD JAMES GOVAN CALDERWOOD

Aye to the second part. They were a' lurking in the febrile recesses of my brain. Jimmy Hogg was Stoney manager fan I was growing up there in the 70s.

No, I'm nae but I know the guy you mean very well, if we're talking about a formerly moustached volleyball player who liked a bet on the horses. Worked with him for the best part of a decade before moving to the Highlands.

Doesnae come up that often, to be fair, but I have encountered it.

I work within the legal system. Nae an expert, but I come across it often in the course of my work.

Pretty much all "WMP" phrases. (Wanky management pish.)

No I don't believe there is (though I'm nae expert). Put simply, Moorov is used by the Crown to convict, rather than the defence to establish reasonable doubt. Moorov is used as a source of corroboration, basically a series of events, or a "course of conduct", can be viewed as corroboration for individual single events.

Moorov is usually used as an evidential tool, rather than a defence mechanism (basically, course of conduct used as corroboration). The reason this probably would never have come to court here is due to the requirement for corroboration. Bit like the Goodwillie case.

Must win, nae fucking about, three points.

Going back a bit, Harry Melrose, moderate success at Dunfermline. Jim Clunie, ditto St Mirren, Killie. Jimmy Hogg, Stoney Juniors. Stevie Murray, briefest of brief stints at Forfar and a slightly longer stint at Montrose. John Docherty (one appearance for the first team) managed Caley in the Highland League and has caretakered a couple of times at ICT. Jimmy Wilson managed Elgin City. I think Graham Leggatt managed in.......was it Canada? Billy Little managed in the lower leagues, Falkirk (I think) and others.

Looks like a posh lass. I love it when posh lasses talk dirty....and act dirty. Yes.

The whole thing is a fucked up wye o' deein' ad naebody comes out of this looking good. Ched Evans is a loathsome, self-entitled, morally bankrupt snake. Whether or not he is also a rapist, as was said higher up, only 2, well, maybe 3, people know. And to be honest it sounds like even they might not have the clearest recollection. In Scotland, due to different rules on evidence, I'm pretty sure this case would never have got anywhere near a court. I'm nae saying I agree or disagree with that, but I reckon it's the factual position. One of the main points of contention seems to be the use of the lassie's previous sexual history. Now, that's a highly vexed issue. On one hand, rape is rape, whether the victim is historically promiscuous or not. On the other hand, if a girl has previous for consenting then regretting, then crying rape.... Look at it this way, if one Saturday night some guy tried to brain you with a bottle in front of nae witnesses. You defend yourself, using reasonable force, in the course of which the first guy is injured. You get charged with assault and need to defend yourself. Transpires you find many other witnesses that say this guy attacked them with a bottle on previous occasions. Is that relevant to the present case? I'm nae expressing an opinion here, one way or t'other, I just think this is a really, really gray area legally.

Yaba-da-ba-dooooooooooooooooo! In like Flynn.

Oh aye, yer spot on Bucmeister

Oh aye. She'd be fool.......fool and imaginative. A sportsman's double wi her and the roond faced lassie o' her's, that'd work.

I'm nae seeing these Simmie/Durrant rating things?

Oh fuck aye. Proper mannie's ride, that'd be.

I like Ireland the country, used to be a very regular visitor back in the day. If it wasn't for Ireland, for huge swathes of the 90s I would've had no sex life.

I wish I had a 9 inch cock....rather than this awkward big bastard o' a thing.

Why? Has he taken up bell-ringing? He looks a bit of a campanologist.

Halloween 1970 v The Joooot . We were in yon Chelsea away strip, a' blue, white socks. Won 4-0, think Joey got 2.

Nae really a bust up, but the closest I ever came to a mother and father of a bleaching was in Dundeh. Getting the train back fae Embra, what, mid late 80s, canna mind the exact game, we had to change at Dundeh. Had a bit of time to kill, so sat in teh station bar, about 6 of us as I recall. I had a Dons baseball cap on and in the course of "horseplay" it gt grabbed aff my heid and lobbed. Some little joot scrote grabbed in and made off with it. My pal Titch (ironically named, massive and well handy) took off efter him. I thought if he was in the mix, we were in with a shout (I'm massive also but saft as shite) so I took off 'n' a. We tailed the boy oota the station, he had about 20 yards to make up on the boy I was the same behind him. Into toon, the boy disappears roond a corner, Titch followed. When I got just aboot to the corner Titch passed me like a bat out of hell going the opposite way and screamed "RUN". Suckered bonny we'd been dragged into an ambush, must've been 20 or 30 of them. I never knew I could run that quick. What a fucking speed I got up on the road back to the station. Thankfully, they never followed us in. In my experience, Joooot have always liked nice odds in their favour.

Fucking right we are, you cunt. Daphne Broon's pish flaps.

Hello. It's me. That's all.

Well this seems a quaint neighbourhood bar......... Pint of Bishop's Foreskin please.