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Snap. Falkirk last out was my first time there. I am in no hurry to complete the set however, but suspect that the Caley one will go this Sat. Was at the old Hamilton.

I think not, yank bouffant cunt. One mile from Inverness Airport, Castle Stuart, opening July 2009, will piss on anything your yes-men architects will create. He is an American too. A good one.

That may be an exercise in futility. Their retail-assistant scepticism and general self-loathing may mean that the sex starvation has been inadvertently cultivated by their own poor outlooks. Brad Pitt could walk in there, try his lines and get telt "Hemmin. Tak a run n jump. Far div ye think ye are, ye poofy chocolate". Note: I would naturally need to do some retail-diction-research in order to find authenticity, but you get my Montgomery Clift.

Difficult thing to do - for you and I - to anticipate the stock requirements for an Aberdeen-based shop selling AFC merchandise. Shouldn't be difficult for them, though. There was a club shoppie in Bridge street when I was a loon. Idiots. And sell the rejection, you fat middle-aged cow. (I'm guessing they are fat and middle-aged. Sex starved too, I'd wager). Politeness costs nothing. Then again, they probably hate themselves so it is no surprise they hate their jobs and hate the punters. Bin the bitches, I say.

Are they the opposite? How bad are they? "What the fuck do you want" bad, or spit in your face and try to ram a pool cue up your arse bad?

You expect too much of me.

Excellent. One LOL each from Bilbington and sloe slinger for me today. It's the rest of you cunts that are slacking.

Every environment needs a villain. It assists the bonding process, apparently. Looks like you've been it, adam's apple liquer, in my absence. Rest easy now.

Speaking in terms of a clique on an internet chat forum suggests paranoia. Now don't go mental, just listen for a change. It is impossible to maintain a clique on an open forum, whether or not your perception of one existing, is correct. The reason is, that you can challenge anymuthafuckingthing that anymuthafuckingone says, clean as you like, in posting your stuff. Perhaps you covet belonging. I said "perhaps" - I fucking told you to listen - but I recommend not belonging. It's far more liberating. Should you be a coveter of acceptance, don't be alarmed, it's quite natural, and dates back centuries, being tribalist. And should you be a happy outsider, up your game and fucking show "them". Your voice can not be drowned. The format guarantees free speech. Until the mods step in. But who wants to converse in an environment of censorship? Fucking idiots, that's who. You said a week. I say an hour.

Just out of morbid curiousity, what is the origin of the distaste between you two that has led to personal bickering on an impersonal forum? I bet therein lies a good story! Don't tell me that you've forgotten, having been engaged in, and engorged by, too much internet-hate for too long? The spat between fatsgaffe and one of my rockets on hat is one who's very origin is cystal clear to me. Wonder if he recalls?

You are a veritable cocktail of conundrums, cocktail-man. Mine's a pint of heavy. Hey. Cunt. Are your lugs painted on? I said... PINT OF HEAVY Delivered at same emphatic decibel-level as the bad man who requested coffee in Jim Stall's diner in The History of Violence, the highlight of a distinctly average film. But you continue to entertain, cocktail-concocter. The "Don't you have a shift you need to be doing" was a classic. Don't take it personally.

That example is more lawn-like than deck-like. Lets have a sit doon and think about it. Apart from the fat bastard who will fall through the canvas.

My small one was in Lapland with her mother a week past Saturday. Santa was very real, and we have pictures to prove it. On the somersault definition, it is quite apparent that you and I, slippery nipple maker, consider a somersault to involve the feet not touching the ground. The dictionary research done by the hobbity man might suggest that we are mistaken. Personally, I couldn't be arsed looking it up.

First LOL of the day. Well done. You picked it up... he said pretending that it was deliberate, having got it right two posts above, thereby maintaining self-delusion that he doesn't make silly mistakes, the state of error-freeness being the most important indicator of the superiority he thinks that he has.

Much as it pains me to lend support to any virtual being, and you in particular, slinger of the sloe berries, I wish to record my support for your view. Bastard.

Only it was'nt 1983. Don't you love the pedantic nature of these forums? Gibber Gibber Sob Sob....

Only it wasn't 1983. Hey, lets all pile in. We can confuse each other, then confuse ourselves and end up on the floor chewing our fingers, gibbering and sobbing loudly. Then bb will come on and give us the facts, we can all learn where we went wrong and slowly pick ourselves up, dust ourselves down and go back to spikkin shite.

Recollectory error no. 2 alert > > > > I recall no somersault ever by a Dons player?

You know what. I have seen that goal on TV from the camera angle high in the old main stand, that I forgot that I was actually behind the goal in which it was scored. And I do remember being on a bus for that game, and there was a huge amount of bevvy on it. Possible contributory factors.

That is an excellent observation, and wholly accurate. Somersaults, wrong half of the OF, I spik some shite, div I nae? Sheeeshh.... keebab.

In this case, I made a recollectory error. I was sure his goal at the Celtic end followed by a somersault was against Celtic, not Rangers, which given where we would have been standing i.e. the other end of the ground, is a pretty poor memory fuck up by me. Will have to youtube it for myself now. Found it. You are absolutely correct. I was at every final in the 80's. It was a blur of success. Amazed I recalled it as being v. Celtic though. My bad.

Yes he did. Same game as McLeish's 1st half wonder goal. I was standing next to and hugging Neale's sister Shirley when Neale-ee scored no. 4.

In this case you show your tender years. Either this, or I really am gravely incapable of memory. Strachan tapped in to an empty net from a yard at the "Celtic end", and did a crappy somersault. I could have sworn it was against Celtic, not Rangers? As your pedanticity suggests that you are good at these things, can you look up to see how often Strachan scored for AFC in finals? I can only recall this one.

Ah, but do you? Or are you just saying it? Slut.

OK, OK. Sorry. You remember the somersault by Strachan in the final v. celtic?