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Caley and new douglas park are the only ones I haven't been to.

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.

greatest in the world

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.

Ye might be right - I'm away oot on the pull!

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.

When out of stock items are asked about, they're "I don't know" bad.

 

Staff at the stadium shoppie are good though 

 

The club shops have also run out of mugs before xmas 

 

Mugs were always a favourite stocking filler when i was a wee laddie, although maybe it's all xbox and wii these days.

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.

Nae at bridge street 

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?

Listen, I'm not a villain, if I was, I'd tell you that's the wrong spelling of liqueur.

You expect too much of me.

How would you like me to prove it?

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.

I upset the clique?

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.

You should probably check your post count before you about pinnacle of social interaction. Remember to count each alias.

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.

you say lawnchair, I say deckchair. lets call the whole thing off.

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.

So if a 9 year old believes Santa is real, does that mean that there really is a fat bearded guy in a red suit and hat that flies around the world on the morning of 25th December on a sleigh being pulled by flying reindeer delivering presents made by midgets in one of the coldest places on Earth to kids that've behaved by climbing down their chimney whilst stopping off for the occasional mince pie and christmas cake and washing it down with brandy, glasses of milk and the odd beer?

 

Does it f*ck, so stop your greeting and just deal with the fact that it wasn't a somersault, regardless if you're a retarded 9 year old or a 50+ year old in the middle of a mid-life crisis.  

 

It still wasn't a somersault.

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.

I see what you meant now. Just watch the positioning of the apostrophe though. 

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.

Why does this subject always crop up?  The whole England v Scotland thing is f*cking boring.

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.

A dictionary defines a somersault as an acrobatic movement, either forward or backward, in which the body rolls end over end, making a complete revolution but I meant that it was a somersault in the eyes of a 9 year old watching rather than by acrobatic definition.   

 

Anyway, Adam's states Strachan goes off camera and since Adam clearly wasn't there, Adam wouldn't know that somersault from a gin sling.

 

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

I disagree, it's a blatant forward roll.  There's no attempt to leave the ground, he goes so low that he actually goes off camera.

 

I was born in 1982, and I used to do things like that when I was wee.  I don't think people remember me for being some crazy somersaulting baby?

 

It doesn't matter what year it was, a somersault is somersault and a forward roll is a forward roll.  I'm no expert in acrobatics, but it's clear that what Strachan did was a forward roll.

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.

It was a fucking somersault In 1983.

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

Old age does that to people.

 

You just stick with me Rocket, you'll be alright.  

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's a forward roll.

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.

Wasn't it Neale Coooper who did the somersault after scoring V Rangers in 1982?

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.

Can't say I do.  I have seen footage of the crappy somersault he did v the huns in 82. But as Al was talking about the finals of 82, 83 and 84, and you have said that the current Celtic manager scored v Celtic in the final, I took that to mean you are talking about Strachan scoring v Celtic in 84, which didn't happen.

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.

I f*cking love you all

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

Black and McGhee scored in the 1984 final, not Strachan.

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