UK Millionaire Maker Codes:
TMTK 53465 / XKSK 12014
I got 36.
I’m an International European Scotsman.
Ye know ye gotta be in it, to win it.
I loved that some of the best slugging took place on the “Democracy Channel”.
And yes, when I was giving Harvey his lettuce and hay at teatime he confirmed that he’s heard all of the British diplomats’ famed linguistic skills will be required to understand “Take it or leave it, suckers” in 25 languages.
Tinto:………..: Hi, Cactus and Robert J. up there^. 🙂
Nana – just watched AS on LBC – what a guy. Hopefully in an iScotland he will have his place as one of Scotland’s true heroes.
Unfortunately can’t ever watch any of the livestream stuff, just ‘buffers’ all the way. Can I do anything to correct this (same with iplayer) yet can watch youtube for hours!?
I get the buffering a lot when watching livestream, I will usually pause it and restart after a minute or so and sometimes that works. It is very frustrating though. I really enjoyed watching Paul tonight.
Alex Salmond is just so cool, and what a memory he has.
I will definitely watch both links when I can stay awake long enough. As I said recently I’m back in the land of the zombies at the moment.Very frustrating.
Good links today Nana, very quiet on here, can only hear snoring!
I was wondering what that noise was, thought it might have been Smallaxe singing or Tinto stripping [paint of course]
Nana & Fred:
The noise that you hear is my wife’s new kitten “INDY” purring to the tune of “Freedom Come All Ye” while chewing my shoelaces.
Who said this was going to be a quiet year?
Nana: glad to hear you’re moderating your work load.
Devastated re. black pudding situation but am looking forward to your Goldberg Variations at the City Halls, Christmas 2018 to celebrate independence.
That noise you heard?
I was playing the spoons (Mahler’s Fifth) during a painting break.
“Who said this was going to be a quiet year?”
I think it’s about the only time The Rev’s got it wrong! I’m wondering if we might short circuit the whole referendum process in the face of May’s intransigence and make it an Independence Election, with an exit poll.
My head’s spinning…..
Was in next door visiting Aged Neighbour and saw Ruth (Eternal No Surrender Party) standing beside a sheepish, squirming Grima Wormtongue shape-shifting into The Magnificent Husk, aka Peerie Mun’ell, telling us #SNP Baddest.
Gwoosome, simply Gwoosome, me dears, and I have had to fortify myself with a small, sweet sherry, I freely admit.
It seems The Ruthster advised Mrs May on her approach to Scotland.
Sadly the old harpsicord gave up the ghost some time ago, did not take kindly to my version of Metallica’s seek and destroy. I play it while looking at a picture of T May. The things I do for my country!
I’m wondering if you would be my warm up act. How goes your spoon playing? Are you a maestro or did you have brochan for lunch?
Now do you think you could get your ladder holder Michael Angelo to hurry up and finish painting the ceiling in time for my recital.
Och, Nana, I don’t know how you do it. Chapeau bas, as we sometimes say in Auld Cadzow. Miss Mayhem does make The Addams Family spring to mind, fo’ shu’.
The spoons? On Bruckner’s 7th as we speak but my chord sequences a bit dodgy.
Alasdair Gray and I are working on a Sistine-Type extravaganza for The Recital. Themes: black and white puddings; Mairi nan Oran; SCONES; rebirth of our great country.
That Michelangelo’s a bit of a prima donna, btw. “Where’s my lapis lazuli?” he says this morning. Indeed.
Theresa May’s phyzog was superb the night, chewin a wasp sums it up! Good luck wi the maragan dubh folks!
You bring a very simple but very strong message to Wings:
Sorry that it seems I won’t be seeing you at PQ, Smallaxe but I quite understand. Hope to see you some other time, perhaps at Manky’s for a schooner of crème de menthe. My round.
Hope to be there with the three Chielettes, who will lead me around by the baby-walking reins and will endeavour to keep me out of trouble. I, however, reserve the right to blow raspberries at the occasional effigy of Jackie Bird should I see fit.
They’ll never take away my freedom, sport.
Btw: was around at daughter No. 2’s gaff and saw the recording of last night’s QT. Joanna Cherry: awesome.
Well you have gone and done it now Billy, let everyone in on my terrible secret. Our harp playing brings down the house literally!
By the way that’s my evil twin playing on the left, she’s always sticking her big feet where they don’t belong.
Didn’t know Nana had a sister, Smallaxe, but their clarsaching was music to my ears.
Michael, always like JP but tonight they somehow seem too understated.
Ah’m pure gantin’ furrarammie!
*Nursie runs in with the meds*
Sorry, for letting the cat out of the bag.Please apologise also to your sister and tell her good luck in her new venture, selling coal briquette’s in the Gallowgate and I hope that she gets a placid horse for her cart.
It’s normally around this time of the evening that Rock clocks in on’t MT, but he’s a no-show.
Instead, we have Nana bringing us the news that Brownzilla is due to drop an ‘intervention’ in Kirkcaldy this weekend.
Perhaps he’ll try to upstage Nicola Sturgeon’s conference speech. Good chance the BBC would go for it too. He won’t even have anything to say, perhaps whip a tablecloth away from a fully-laden dinner table, swallow swords, throw voices, hold a seance or suchlike…his talents have no end.
(Ronnie – if you see this, I did express support for your comment to Rev, and it was good to see a few other similar. I’m definitely going.)
Ian Brotherhood says:
“we have Nana bringing us the news that Brownzilla is due to drop an ‘intervention’ in Kirkcaldy this weekend”
After the shit that he perpetrated on his “own” people that Bag o’ Wire must have balls of steel or maybe he just can’t refuse to carry out an order from his Superiors.
I wonder what the punishment is for Disobeying Orders?
Peace Always Brother
The ‘news’ gets more bizarre by the hour, never mind days and weeks.
I’m wondering if there’s anything left that would really surprise us?
Here’s one I’d never seen before.
Not the cheeriest song of all time, aye, but a great video.
Thanks for that Ian, I could do nothing, but join in
I have lost sight of hell,
But I still can see
Most wondrous sights
Of things so wrong
He was right to say pig was as good as it gets, just as well you put that here and not on the M/T.There’s a poster over there who doesn’t like us calling politicians names.
Pigpish or is it Hampish, ach. it’ll come to me eventually.
Well, bugger me, Kirkcaldy seems to be the centre of the known Unionistverse again.
Meanwhile,back on planet Sensible, forces more powerful than we could imagine were sorting it out. Thank you ABERDEEN conference people.
Whatever dirt they have on him, they exhausted it years ago in forcing him to support Blair’s warmongering.
What’s happening to Brown now should be a lesson to anyone who aspires to ‘power’ of any kind – once they’ve got you, they’ve got you forever. How could you even know that you’d ‘sold your soul’ if you no longer have one?
What does it profit a man to gain the whole world and in the process lose his own soul?
Decided 4 in the morning yesterday to clean out the pipes of the one and a half kitchen sink, it had been draining slower and slower, should only take a couple of hours. Got to bed about mid-day, I guess it was about 10 years I last did it.
Totally full sink now drains in 24 seconds with a gurgle and a gasp 😎
Indyref, a tabsp of caustic soda noo & again works wonders for the U bend.
Anent the Clarsach, a buddy of mine has been gaun wi a very nice Heilan lassie for some years who, apropos of nothing, just let slip that she plays the Clarsach! Noo there’s a lassie who can keep a secret! 🙂
Chickenfoot: “Down the Drain”
Good to eavesdrop on Smallaxe and Ian’s philosophical musings.
Fred: anent (oooh!) that Hielan’ lassie, well, at least she didn’t keep harping on about it.
I’ll get my doublet…..
PS: ye cannae pu’ the breeks aff a Hielanman.
Guys, a wee string combo’ “Fiddlers Bid” who drink in the Bon Accord when in Glesga.
That guy looks too young to have a voice like that, Thepnr but that was really good.
IanB and Smallaxe. Yes, I’m still at it. It takes my mind off some of the dreadful, racist stuff that’s being thrown at us just now. I have the radio on Radio3 simply because there’s only two News bulletins all day there so I can’t get much of the BBC’s lies. The blackout of the conference was so blatant. Hope it swells the crowd next Sunday.
A lot of the walls have just been plastered so they’ve to get the Homebase cheap white emulsion first and I don’t think only one coat of the good coloured stuff is going to be enough. Today it’s skirtings and the old gloss-work.
Sorry to hear about Chuck. My brother died in 2014 in the Deep South (Kent) and this is what was played at the funeral. The famous guitar riff at the start is simply brilliant, innit?
I was watching rugby yesterday and then working all night so got next to nothing about the conference, but heard this on West FM which I think is Sky News. That Sturgeon has said that in Independent Scotland all EU citizens will be able to stay.
Sounds quite innocuous to us perhaps, because we’ve been doing all the EU / EEA stuff, but it occurs to me that this means whenever a NO campaigner goes around, people can say to them “So you want to force all EU citizens to leave Scotland?”.
There’s a lot won’t like that 🙂
Didn’t want to put it on MT as that’s about Mark (and others).
As my wife just said, I defy anyone to hear that lot and not get up and dance.
I believe that the young man singing also wrote the song I did say I thought the lyrics were good, here’s the part that made me sit up and notice.
I may love you in the morning
Like today, you’ll never know
Step this way, I find the garden
Like today, you’ll never know
Well you may claim that you found me
Like today, you’ll never know
Like today, you’ll never know
I must confess,
That I’m the mess that has been left to save you
Your situation must be dire
Your situation must be over the creek
Haunted we speak
But I can’t of left you, I still haven’t met you
I know that in the next 18 months I am going to meet many of you that I’ve yet to meet. I so look forward to that, get ready for another Wings night in Dundee sometime soon.
I’ll be there, hopefully you too will make it. On a mission now 🙂
Amen to all that, Thepnr.
Forgot I’d left the dial on Pravdasound4 for some reason, so got Frederick Forsyth lying in his condescending, arrogant teeth about Scotland not being allowed into the EU or EFTA. Also on: some Irish guy who loves England and a woman who loves Royalty. Oh, and Esther Rantzen.
Going back to Bach.
Cleanses the mind.
Yesindyref2: thanks to you and CB my lines are all squiggly now.
Vincent Van Tinto:
Blaming your squinty lines on Chuck, I’m ashamed of you, how many bottles of Turpentine have you “inadvertently” inhaled? or is Turpentine E.K. rhyming slang for Buckfast wine? My e-mail is on it’s way to the Jeremy Kyle show.Intervention rehab for you M’lad or the next thing we may hear is that your Snu Gliffing.
Didn’t you know that Turps is a gateway drug or didn’t you care?
Well, I care, so the little white van should be arriving at your residence soon.Don’t let me down!
Absolutely brilliant, I think George Ezra might be a supporter os change if not Independence. Seriously that’s only three songs of his I’ve heard but there all beauties.
Cheers and when the next Wings night is organised for Dundee I’d be more than happy to put you, your wife and daughter up in my house. Would love it if you could make it.
You too Ian Brotherhood, been waiting for ages for you to accept.
Now IS the time 🙂
I’m sober as a judge (strange concept!), Smallaxe, although I do admit to two of Fred’s TM hoose-haufs last night 😛
Is it just me or are things more hopeful since the FM’s speech yesterday? It brought this poem to mind (I have a tortured, sensitive soul, me). Story goes that Hardy heard this bird on the last day of the 19th century. Don’t think the 20th century quite turned out as he’d hoped, though…..
Since we seem to be doing poetry I’ll post the one that I remember, got absolute pelters from some a few years ago when I posted that then on the main thread.
Not everyone’s cup of tea then I suppose but I thought it was good.
O Me! O Life!
BY WALT WHITMAN
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
My good Friend, I am very touched by your most generous offer of accommodation at your own home for myself and family, you can have no idea just how much an offer such as yours means to me.
Although my illness, unfortunately, prevents me from taking up your offer, please be aware that it swelled my heart and brought a tear to my eye just to receive such a kind invitation from you.
People like yourself show exactly what Scottish hospitality and generosity is in reality.
Thank you, for your very kind offer and I hope we meet very soon so that I can thank you again in person.
Peace, Love and Fraternal Gratitude my Brother
Good old Walt is what I say.
Yes, there are a few poetry puritans on the MT for some reason. That’s why I occasionally bung one on here but only on a link.
Regarding the dreadful distortions of the MSM, I really feel it’s like living in an occupied country just now. Yet getting people to see the Bleedin’ Obvious is difficult. You can’t really force the Lightbulb/Penny-dropping Moment on someone but it’s most frustrating waiting.
Thanks for the assistance Mike & Smallaxe, hopeless at that caper. Enjoyed Tinto’s Darkling Thrush, had a gaffer named Thrush wanst, he was an irritating C–t! In toon watching the rugby, ye know you’ve had a good night when the keys are found in the fridge!
Hi, Guys! Hi, Fred, see if you can tell the bits of exquisite poetry that I deigned to offer?
So little cause for carolings aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware.
Unaware that this aged Frail old bird
Had in his arse
A great stinking turd
I look-ed upwards to the skies
And the stinking turd
Took out my eyes
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
For had I taken the other road
my eyes would still be in my head
And I could see to write this sentence
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
Under trees and bushes do not flit
For that’s where burdies
Sit and shit
O under trees and bushes do not flit
For O that’s where burdies
Sit and O shit
That last verse was just not up to my usual immaculate Genious
Magnificent, not many will ever see it. I have though and and am so proud of Wingers. We really know the score. Tongs Ya Bass! 🙂
This time, definitely!
Any month in mind yet?
Real Calton Tongs Ya Bass!
Ian: Enjoy it when you go! Shame, we would have made a great Trio.
The Three Musketeers!
or Two Musketeers and one blind mouse, FuKiN BURDS!
Peace Always my Ain Folk
Smallaxe, I am overcome with emulsion at the sheer limpid beauty of your poetry.
Thank feck The Muse alighted on your shapely shouthers and caused you to disgorge such pearls of wisdom from your Immaculate Genious.
Feeling quite giddy, frankly.
I await your Cantos.
18 March, 2017 at 9:27 pm
Wouldn’t have done anything for the cocktail sticks and a 2-foot long stream of fluff dangling from them!”
That sounds like my kind of Party***
is it obvious that I’m bored?
My Cantos may take a while, I am endeavouring to surpass Valmiki’s Ramayana of 500.
And as you will know, I am my own fiercest critic.
“I am my own fiercest critic.”
And that has to stop, Smallaxe: don’t do yourself down! Let it go, young man.
Mind you, my Sanskrit is a bit rusty but we all have a Upanishad inside us (ooh, matron!).
And that wee Farron on the MT? “Mair faces nor the toun knock,” as my pipe-smoking grannie used to say, before spitting into the range.
We were a happy family.
Tinto Chiel says:
“as my pipe-smoking grannie used to say, before spitting into the range.”
As always, your obedient servant in the Potawatomi nation,
The Roy Rodgers calendar 2005? Shurely shome mishtake!
I had a maiden aunt who stayed at home with her parents, mes grands parents. She wore a house coat which got dirtied by the smuts from the range. She also had the common habit of standing in front of the range for a good heat.
This allowed my mischievous father to tease his sister-in-law with these bon mots:
“Haw (insert name), is that Erseyirbakin?”
“(Insert name), I see you’ve paid the coalman.”
As I said, we were a happy family.
A similar tale in my home, “if you meet a bookie lookin’ for his nookie, we could pay the butcher too”
Hard, Hard times. “sighs deeply remembering having had to black lead the grate before emptying the pail into the midgie”
Hi Tinto Chiel at 7.17pm.
You typed, “as my pipe-smoking grannie used to say, before spitting into the range.””
Did she, by any chance, smoke a corn pipe and chew tobacco, whilst spitting in the range?
The banter! the banter! Ah actually had an aunty who was shot by Roy Rodgers, no tittering at the back! This happened on his Glasgow visit at a post-theatre party. Roy seriously misfired & she had black powder burns on her wrist for yonks! It’s the truth ah’m tellin ye this time!
That was a teaker, BrianDDT. Thankfully, there was no chewing of tobacco chez nous, although my Uncle Sanny sometimes wore high heels.
Haven’t heard “midgie” for a while. There were “midgie-men”, of course, but the worst form of opprobrium directed at you if your pencil fell into the bin at primary while sharpening it was to be called a “midgie-raker”.
I still bear the scars but it has given my poetry its fey, crystalline quality, I feel.
I was a bit worried about what was going to follow the words “Roy seriously misfired” so it was with some relief your story had a wholesome conclusion, Fred.
I need some more “Soul Train” before I get down on the floor with my gloss.
See you all sometime, chinas.
I also was quite alarmed by Fred’s remark about Roy Rogers, so I was rather relieved to discover that Roy was firing blanks otherwise it could have been nasty!
Don’t put too much gloss on that floor or visitors may see up your kilt and find out where you keep your brush!
I’m off to find a “Lucky Midgie”, wish me luck.
“If you meet a bookie lookin’ for his nookie, we could pay the butcher too”
It struck me Smallaxe (as I lay down my dust sheets) that, as well as your Cantos, you could produce your plangent Epigrams as a companion volume. The one above is quite profound, imho and encapsulates the quotidian reality of 50s Scotland. You know, the country Ruth The Mooth wants us to return to (heavy-handed political point)…….
I hope The Muse descends upon you today, Dante of the North.
Yes, my Friend, my plaintive unheard cries into the wilderness mayhaps should be made more prominent, as a warning to contemporary society of the dangers of the apathetic unreasonable governance that is creeping unsolicited into our collective sleeping consciences.
If anyone knows what I am writing about, see your doctor, ASAP.
When I was a wean I remember wondering how the ‘midgie-men’, being the same size as midges, could get all the rubbish away.
Ah the joys of the Midgie Rakin! tiled closes in my experience had the best lucks, a deid cat, for example, offered endless entertainment tae us weans, tying a rope tae its tail & taking it for a run. Only the onset of putrefaction & outraged grannies, curtailed the fun. “Ye’ll get a disease!”
Reverse midgie rakin’, ma brothers and me hud a wee tendency tae steal various assortments of trump cards, wee daft toys and sweeties from various shops on Byres road, huvin’ been at it fur a few weeks we’d amassed a fair amount of stolen Woolies and Barrett’s finest offerings, hidden aboot the flat under mattresses, chesterdrawers and under pillows.
Ma older brother, being the least talented in nabbing stuff became huffy and pissed aff cause we hud mair stuff than him and began a campaign of blackmailing the rest o’ us tae gie him some of our stuff or else he was grassin’ us up tae our mum. We reluctantly caved in, ultimately he wisnae happy enough wi that, so issued an ultimatum: Ah um grassin’ ye’s up if ye don’t get rid of the lot of it…pronto.
We wur left wi two options, tae discreetly plank aw the contraband intae the middens in the back court, this was circa mid seventies, the back court ‘wis’ a midden! To put stuff back onto the shelves of various shops where possible. So over a period of 3 or 4 days we suddenly became very keen tae take the bins oot and go for walks up Byres Road, oblivious tae the notion that our mum wis actually clocking our behaviour.
It wis ‘tense’ between us aw, cause aw the local weans were gettin’ aw our stuff, a kinda midgie rakin’ bonanza was underway and we wur ragin’ at our brother who had become drunk on his power over us! So emboldened by this lordin’ it that on a vey wet Saturday morning, the kinda wet even as a wean you don’t want tae go out in, he decides we must finish the job and get rid of the last of our stash.
So duffel coats oan, stash crammed intae pockets and doon troosers and secreted in the bin, whispered ragin’ arguments wi hints of beggin’ tae keep a partular favoured toys and suddenly in bursts our mum intae the kitchenette, ‘What’s goin’ on in here, where are yous goin’ in this weather!?’ As she came in sooo fast, we’d no time to shift some of the stuff that was lying on the bed in the recess, one brother sits down on top of it, we are aw immediately talikin’ at once, but she’s suspicious and starts circling us, ends up right in front of our seated bro’, ‘Stand up’ says she, he slowly stands and for the briefest few seconds she can’t see the stuff, her eyes on him as of course she’s no clue wtf has been happening!
Nae luck she moves her head slightly to his left and spots the gear…well…there’s no overstating the apoplectic rage. Our older brother pulls the ‘ah’ve been making them stop’ shit, saving himself first.
She collects and gets us tae fish out the other stolen goods from the kitchen bin and then literally marches us intae every shop we’ve nicked stuff from, aw the way up Byres Road. Managers are brought oot, she ‘offers’ them the option of calling the polis on us…thankfully there were some sane managers who declined such an approach given the meagre stash returned (unbeknownst tae them the regular pilfering). (Ah woulda claimed mitigating factor of having reverse stolen their stuff if the polis had been called…as if!)
Upshot, punished by being sent tae bed, nae tea…’real’ punishment happening to be put in the shared wan big bedroom so we’re stuck in hell wi our older brother for the duration!
Needless tae say we all became angels and learnt our lesson.*
* (he’s no comin’ wi us ever again and tell him nuthin’ 😉 )
A “Pound Shop” in Byres Road, everythings a fiver!
A ‘pound shop’ in Byres Road, no such thing!
(Ye know Byres Road wasn’t always some ‘posh’ place, I grew up in Maryhill, Partick, Drumchapel, Glenrothes, Bridgeton, Dundee (Fintry scheme), when I came back to Glasgow ma mother was still in the housing association flat in what was then the worst close in Chancellor Street, a one bedroom flat wi nothing, the last option they had for a newly single mother of 4 in desperation. I don’t because of ma upbringing in this area regard the west end as some leafy suburb full of snobs and there is a fair amount of inverse snobbery on display when it comes to mentioning this area in Glasgow. You don’t get to choose where and what you are born into, it behoves us all tae bare that in mind when it comes tae geographical parts of Scotland and their demographics)
“When I was a wean I remember wondering how the ‘midgie-men’, being the same size as midges, could get all the rubbish away.”
Me too, Ian: a strange expression to my ears then.
K1: if this was Italy someone would make a film of your epic, like “The Bicycle Thieves”. Mothers were stern in them there days, grannies worse, pipes or no pipes.
My guilty secret concerned an old cowp in EK where me and my mate found two old Jensen removers’ vans. They couldn’t have been further removed from the Jensen CV8 which I loved as a boy (the one with the front lights at an angle and a Chrysler engine*), but we just had to unscrew the big Jensen badges from them, of course.
So far, so innocent, except we found a pile of old tyres near the vehicles. It seemed a good idea to get out the matches and set light to one……
Once the conflagration took hold, we panicked and ran away. Very worried, I went upstairs and looked out the back window. To my horror there was a vast pillar of thick black smoke climbing into the sky: it seemed like hundreds of feet. And then we heard the fire-engines……
For the next few days we were in a right sweat: had we been seen? Were the police looking for the culprits? Would some dirty rotten clype, well, clype?
Nothing happened, but for a short time I became a Good Little Boy and kept a low profile.
*The Baron drove one in the TV series of the same name, if anyone remembers.
Oooh…that’s a good yin Tinto. Wis that you on cctv seen casually skulking away from Helen Street last week? 😉
Excuse my absence but I had a doctor’s appointment.A complete and total waste of my time, the man’s as healthy as a horse!
Anyway, good stories, Here’s wan o’ mine, ma’ mither tells me to take the pail (galvy bucket with hondle)doon and empty it intae the midden then go tae the shoaps n’ get a daily record fir ma da’.
Off a’ go, an’ when a’ get tae the shoaps, ma sisters ther wi’ some o’ her pals, “Wer’ ur ye gon?” she asks, a’ tell her “am gon tae get a record fir ma da”, she says, tryin’ tae be funny in front o’ her pals “get “Let’s Dance”. That single by Chris Montez had just been released (1962) ignorin’ her a’ goes in tae the newsagent’s (Muldoon’s in Barlanark) an’ a’ wait in the queue.
When a’ finally get served, the lassie ahent the coonter says “wit dae ye waant” a’ says “Let’s Dance” the lassie looked at me as if ah’d escaped fae the loony bin n’ says loudly “get oot an’ don’t come back in here wi’ yer cheek an’ yer fkn bin”
I had been in a hurry to go out with my own pals, forgot to empty the bin and had carried it to the shops, waited in the queue, and asked the assistant to dance.My sister had noticed the full bin that I was carrying and never said a word.I’m sure that was the day that Global warming started with the heat that was emanating
from my big red glowing face.
IF I had been in Helen Street (and there is no proof, a hoodie is just a hoodie, after all) I may have been in Toys R Us to buy a new catapult.
But then again, I may not have been anyway.
I don’t actually recall TBH either way and YE CANNAE PROVE IT ONNYWISE.
Hope that clears things up…..
This is The Baron. The Jensen appears in the titles which begin about 2.00 but it’s blink-and-you’ll-miss-it.
I saw one in Renfield Street in Glasgow in the late 60s. It had one of those wonderful, burbling V8 engines and the angled twin lights looked great. And the louvres on the side. Or is my memory failing me?
LOL good stories. I’ve one too for a short time I stayed in Niddrie in Edinburgh. For some reason when I was a kid we moved often and I found myself there around 11 years old.
Well, I went nicking as well from the local piggery!
They used to feed the pigs with chocolate that had been rejected from the factory like a walnut whip without the walnut. Absolute paper sacks of them, chocolates as well.
I even used to try and sell them at school LOL. No idea what the sell by date was 🙂
Thepnr: I misread that the first time and thought you were selling the PIGS at school.
That would have been one of your rasher decisions.
I’ll get ma jerkin.
Smallaxe, I know your pain.
When I was a first-year at Duncanrig Secondary, I was sent around some classrooms with a message. I had to go into a Biology class but didn’t recognise the teacher so I asked a boy who had been chucked out the class and was standing outside what her name was.
“That’s Fanny Bunsen,” he replied.
And so I went in and said, “Excuse me, Miss Bunsen…..”
Cue mayhem from class and a really raging dominie.
I was made to shake hands with Mr Lochgelly for that but was too frightened to tell my parents.
So many people, so many stories. Yes Wings is class and I love it.
Hi Tinto Chiel at 8:00 am.
You typed, “That was a teaker, BrianDDT.”
Me no spikka da Westcoasterlingo. What is a “teaker”?
Am I on the right tracks in thinking a “teaker” would generail a deep fundemold of joy?
Yes, verily, it would generail a deep fundemold of joy, Brian. I always thought it equated to “stoater” but on reflection a “teaker” would never be used in relation to an attractive female, for example. It seemed only applied to objects, e.g. “Thae new fitba’ bits are teakers.”
I don’t know if anyone else here can remember using the word.
A favourite word employed by my father at the other end of the approval spectrum was “stumer”. Don’t know if you have that in Dundee.
E.G.: “That centre-half’s just a big stumer.”
I fear this could cause more controversy than The Great Wings “Snuil” Schism of 2015…..
I loved your links to Dundee and words sayings which you put up about that time, I think.
On the subject o’ the ‘belt’…11 years old, Drumchapel, tendency tae imitate teachers behind their backs, on the stairwell on way up tae class deputy head wis scolding someone, ah broke away from the line stood directly behind him and began the ‘mocking game’. To much hilarity was nabbed by him, he’s a right yin and decides I’m getting belt in front of whole school at dinner time (wan o’ his wee peccadilloes, humiliating weans wi an audience).
Dinner time arrives and sure enough we aw gather in the main reception area which doubled as school hall. Comes ma turn, announces whit I’m gettin’ it for, basically disrespecting a deputy head, so says double up, two hands for 6 o’ the belt.
Tae let ye understand this is a very silent and solemn ritual this guy’s been gettin’ away wae for years and it’s a very painful humiliating time for anyone as many of us know, cause it’s fuckin sore and ye try not tae greet, made more acute by it happening in front of the whole school. So outstretched hauns, he’s a sadistic bastard wi a tendency tae kinda throw himself intae his task wi a wee jerking motion just afore the bow lands.
He lunges forward on the first one and In that second ma right leg automatically bends up behind me as ma hauns automatically pull away…which interrupts his stride, and it’s a miss! A slight titter of repressed sniggers runs through the amassed school as he immediately regroups looks me in the eye, ‘hands out’…y’know whit happened…same thing only this time I know I have everyone on ma side and the laughter becomes palpable, he’s aw red wi exertion and humiliation which is making him furious.
Needless tae say I did get the belt, but the thing is ah don’t remember any of that pain or humiliation, I remember accidentally making everyone laugh and the absurdity of a big fat grown man 3 times bigger than me making an absolute arse of himself’ in front of an entire school full of primary school children. One of ma happiest memories…and great kudos from ma pals afterwards…aw because ma leg bent upwards involuntarily at that moment!
Yep, there was always at least one plank like the one you so eloquently describe in every school.
The best thing they did for teacher/pupil relations was to ban the belt, IMO. Am I right in thinking it was all down to having to comply with EC (at that time) Human Rights legislation? About 1980?
I’m sure someone here will remember better than I can.
While we’re at it does anyone remember this short radio sketch which used to make me laugh?
Voice No.1 (impassioned, defiant, Byronic delivery): Give me LIBERTY or give me DEATH!
Voice No.2 (bored, matter-of-fact): Next!
Was it “I’m sorry I’ll read that again”?
Won’t archive, this from 1998:
‘EASILY forgetten is how much ”the Lochgelly”, as it was known, played an integral part in Scottish school life right into the 1980s. At the time two Scots mothers took their cases to the Court of Human Rights in Strasbourg, abolitionists claimed that Scotland was the corporal punishment capital of Europe, with a child being belted on average every two seconds throughout the school week.
In the 1982 case, mothers Grace Campbell and Jane Cosans argued that their ”philosophical convict-ions” against corporal punishment had been violated when the schools attended by their sons refused to guarantee that the boys would not be belted.
The judges dismissed the defence that corporal punishment was being gradually phased out in Scotland and concluded that even to threaten an individual with torture might constitute ”inhuman treatment”.’
We were as ever ahead of the trend and the consensus in Scotland.
Hi Tinto Chiel at 7:49 pm.
You typed, “Yes, verily, it would generail a deep fundemold of joy, Brian. I always thought it equated to “stoater” but on reflection a “teaker” would never be used in relation to an attractive female, for example. It seemed only applied to objects, e.g. “Thae new fitba’ bits are teakers.””
It may be just a Dundee thing, due to the influence of DC Thomson, but I can recall describing things as “Topper” or “Beezer” when they pleased the senses, as in the utterance, “Meh, that’s a Topper/Beezer o’ a peh, iye?”, indicating that the baked meat product presently being consumed had an agreeable effect on one’s taste buds and confirmation of that impression was sought from whatever audience was within earshot by the inclusion of the suffix “iye?”, meaning “don’t you think so also?”
Scotland – a nation separated/co-joined by its language…
“Scotland was the corporal punishment capital of Europe, with a child being belted on average every two seconds throughout the school week.”
That child wis me!
Ma faither had a last for fixin his boots, he shouted me up & sent me to the shop for Gents Seggs, he wisnae best pleased when I returned with Ants Eggs (fish food!)
Smallaxe, aye ah could believe it… 😉
Ms Ruth Harrison Tankgirl Osbourne is a better man than me Davidson:
The above-named person has been telling the world that “Scottish people do not want another referendum!” Some friends and I have taken exception to this remark and have been spending our day phoning the tory HQ in Edinburgh to very politely tell them that this statement by the above-named is untrue.
If by chance you also take exception to her terminologically incorrect statement and want to make your views known to her, here is the number to call:0131 524 0030. I’m positive that the very slightly exasperated young man who answers will be happy to hear from some more Scottish residents politely correcting Ms RHTGBMTM Davidson’s statement.
Don’t forget.0131 524 0030
For some unknown reason, this number can be busy at times so please, be patient.
BrianDTT: I would say in my world that Teaker=Beezer.
Smallaxe: been out on border Snow Patrol overnight? Hope you had your muffler on and are well.
Still snowing pretty heavily in Darkest Lanarkshire.
I append this. The words seem strangely appropriate, somehow…….
“And if the oil price remains low and if they lose the money which is transferred from the rest of the UK to Scotland, then they would have to make that up in their own budget, but that’s a consequence of deciding to be financially independent, you end up paying for yourself.
Is he saying but not in so many words that we are subsidised by the rest of the UK
Mervyn failed to mention Scotland’s contribution to imperial folie de grandeur & our share of Trident!
@ Smallaxe, anent Ruth’s daft assertions, phoned several times but just get a machine wi a Kelvinside accent, probably called Alasdair! I know one can’t generalise & there were probably poor parts of Kelvinside but, hey ho!
21 March, 2017 at 9:01 am
Quote from Mervyn King:
“And if the oil price remains low and if they lose the money which is transferred from the rest of the UK to Scotland,”
“Is he saying but not in so many words that we are subsidised by the rest of the UK”
I do believe that Mervyn King is saying so, Scott. However, I will leave you with two quotes from a Great Man, Dr Martin Luther King Jnr.
“Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.”
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
Cadogan E: you may be interested that I am having to endure Joshua Rozenberg on Pravdasound4 discussing “Fake News” at the moment.
I’m sure that you will be relieved to know that it only exists on social media, and that “old-fashioned journalistic values” such as verification, impartiality and balance are the best antidotes to it.
No wonder the painting on my covings is all squiggly.
Even worse, I discovered Old Josh is married to Melanie Phillips, whose “There’s always been a Britain” opinion piece from a couple of weeks ago would have had even a Standard Grade History teacher reaching for the 15-y-o malt.
Rewind and repeat:
The BBC: bringing you Fake News since 1922.
I’d suggest you start in the link below. I think it’s better to do it “officially” they then promise not to contact you for at least two years before inquiring again if you may have changed your mind.
I have not had a single letter or email from them in more than 2 1/2 years.
“phoned several times but just get a machine wi a Kelvinside accent”
I noticed. I think the young guy yesterday may have had a breakdown, so they have put a recording on instead.
Well done for trying my Friend.
Take the leap mate, we did it in Nov 2014 and it has been a godsend.
An eastern European that I know, claimed back years of licence fee, because he thought he had to have one because he lived in a house and it was the law. Once he realised years later that if you didn’t have a TV no licence was required, he got a full refund.
Our own experience was the same as everyone else on here who has cancelled, you will get a refund because for some reason you are paying six months in advance (Direct Debit), we stopped in November 2014 and got the monies refunded up to May 2015.
Initially we received a few letters from the TV Licencing company telling us we had to have a TV licence, you will get a visit, Blah Blah, and every time we answered back saying we no longer watch live TV, we told them they could sit at the end of our drive and they would never catch us watching live TV. Eventually the letters stopped, you will receive letters from different departments, as they seem to be run like the “YOON parties” (totally incompetent), just answer them and file all your correspondence.
I would suggest purchasing a smart TV because the content on the internet is billions better than the shite currently broadcast on the mainstream.
We never had BT or the Australian shysters TV, so it was easy for us.
Its amazing how much you find out what’s happening in the world when you stop the licence, and watch the internet. Now when we go anywhere in the UK, its normally a case of flicking aimlessly through the Hotel TV channels, then you realise it really is SH*TE. (TV abroad is much better)
Break free from the Matrix. You’ll never look back.
But remember DO NOT WATCH LIVE TV.
Pro-EU rally Sat 25th March 1pm Edinburgh. Waterloo Place to Holyrood Speakers include Tommy Shepherd,Joanna Cherry, Ross Greer
Verily, thou spinnest the goodly platters today, gentlemen.
Old Snakehips Scott: what a loss. And it’s strange seeing guys who can actually play thae instrument hingies like Jimmy P.
I’m a One Direction man myself……
Willie Rennie’s verdict on Leo Sayer: “He was unique, like so many others!”
Back to the skirtings.
Leo Sayer: “Innocent Bystander”
I was thinking about Michael’s AC/DC vid. today and their appeal.
Two years ago we were in Sicily and I wore an AC/DC T shirt (the famous Highway to Hell one with Angus and his forked tail and wee horns) when I went down to breakfast.
Immediately, the girls on reception began to laugh, “Sono pazzi!” they giggled (“They are crazy!”). We discussed their favourite tracks.
Then, in Cefalu that day, a German with a Kiss shirt came up to me and began to talk about AC/DC and we had a great time.
Next morning at breakfast, a Frenchman at the next table came down in his own AC/DC T shirt. He had clocked mine earlier and had seen them several times in concert and was a great fan. I explained the Scottish connection, which he had seemed unaware of. Once again, great chat.
They seemed to represent HAPPINESS for all these people: mad, unpretentious 3.5 minute rock with great driving beats, guitar riffs and very arch lyrics.
A band that makes so many people smile can’t be bad, can it?
Got a plan for suspected Trolls who post comments on the current post from Rev…when they post a comment on current Rev post…we all then jump to previous post by Rev and continue our thread….thennnnn….when they realise where we all are…and start to add comments on thread we are on….. we then all jump back onto other post by Rev i.e. the current post and then continue with our thread etc etc etc
Before any of you say the obvious flaw to this plan….I do appreciate the Trolls may also read this comment on off topic and actually other posters may not….so perhaps just ignore my plan and let’s all just allow them to fcuk threads for us all….also small chance the Rev will kick my arse off this site for suggesting this plan….also new posters will be as confused as fcuk and think we are all demented and then my arse will really get kicked off this site as figures will go down….and have a good evening everyone.
ps. The best plans are the ones that sound good in your head but in practice are mince when spoken out loud.
Macart and Clapper57: agreed. Why do you think we’re here?
It’s the Phoney War/Silly Season but we do seem to have rattled their cages. Come and have a seat around the camp-fire.
Nana sometimes drops in with scones/black pudding, Gaelic benedictions, etc.
Most folk haven’t heard this terrific Chuck Berry number. Chuck Berry show tomorrow on my Not Fade Away show on Argyll Independent Online Radio at 8pm.
This is my first contribution on O/T and I’m an infrequent visitor here, tending to ‘devour’ the main threads instead. So apologies if this has already been discussed at length – and if you don’t have my curiosity on this topic!.
My contribution has been triggered by the ‘issue’ of sensibledave (and his/her ilk) on the main threads.
I am very clear about the objectives of Stu’s writing on Wings. However, what are the actual (strategic) objectives of the posts of regular Wingers – not in the context of any particular thread but generally?
I know what Nana’s contributions are for – to help inform us all. And very important they are! But for the rest – including my own? To inform the like-minded; to hone the like-minded’s ‘case making’; to entertain ourselves; to inform the ‘lurkers’ and the occasional visitors; to argue the case with those that oppose independence; to give ‘pleasure’ by engaging with trolls(!); other objectives?
I consider Wings to be a prime example, a leader, among the new political media in Scotland and I suspect that Stu knows exactly what he’s about. Do we? Is there a community view?
I think people engage as they feel. We have the big-hitter commenters who keep the ball rolling (the usual suspects) but for the rest of us, me at any rate, we post when we feel like it. Most of the time we don’t because someone else has said it better.
Just now, as Ian Brotherhood said some time ago, you could almost set your watch by the trolls. I think it’s pointless engaging but I can see the other POV. Trouble is, they’re not up for a discussion, they’re just here to twist your words.
Hmmm…’strategic’ intent of posters I’d imagine the overall contributions are much as you suggested stewartb, to inform, engage in debate, hone arguments et al. Why does anyone contribute to any online forum? Like minded, sense of community and shared purpose?
No-one can do it indefinitely. We give each other hauners as and when.
The folk we’re up against are good, and they have to be, but there’s no way the ’77’ have as many bodies ‘on the bench’ as us!
(I wonder – do they have enough subs to make sure we’ll all get a shot?)
Hi guys – long time…
Been busy moving and now renovating new house – obviously everything’s turning out to be more hassle than I anticipated, but folk keep telling me it’ll be worth it, hmmm
I’ve hardly been around the main threads but hanging out on twitter recently has been pretty heavy – silly season again 🙁
Stu is like a lightning rod for the ‘other sides’ focus and for that (Wings website aside, obviously) his function is undeniable.
What’s slightly harder to fathom is the heat he’s getting from ‘our side’ – many simply say he stokes it all up himself.
I’m of the opinion that he’s always been just the same, his manner/views/whatevers are his right, but folk scream sensitivity and offense constantly nowadays, so the fact that this Pro-Indy noise is added makes every wee comment appear to be a massive deal.
The no-platforming stuff is so much more divisive than tolerating different voices and then thrashing them cos your argument’s are solid.
I can’t help thinking of it as banishment – which indicates a hierarchical worthiness – not something that I want any part of.
If it’s exhausting to observe, god knows how Stu feels – it can’t be nice 🙁
For clarity, I’ve still never seen any evidence of ‘charges’ against him – sexism and a load of other isms.
Generally I have no time whatsoever with this notion that certain folks are ‘damaging to the movement’ as everyone has something to contribute.
It may be small and weird or big and flashy, shouty or calm, guerrilla or professional, organizer or footsoldier, elected or voluntary, creative artist or keyboard warrior, and on and on!
Obviously there need to be space for everyone because it’s a grassroots people’s movement. It belongs to everyone.
Think on the alternative – a boss, a line to toe, no room for individual expression – pretty much how the ‘other side’ try to portray us 😉
There were 1.6 million odd Yes voters and a tiny number decided that a party structure suited them post 18.09.14 so however a new campaign shapes up the reality is that the majority of activists will be outsider any formal structure.
Folk just need to accept that this is not a controllable entity, and it’s that organic nature that’ll be our strength if we want to win!
Unity through strength
Make Scotland great again
Take our country back (forward)
Ah, I feel better getting all that out!!
So, is everyone meeting up at PQ on Sunday?
I won’t be going in any official capacity 😉 , but I’d be up for a gab and a drink afterwards if folk fancy it?
(gives me an excuse to get away from DIY for a wee while)
I’ll nip in again tomorrow night for the disco and see what’s happening xx
Pretty much. Heh.
K1: thanks for giving me a great laugh for breakfast.
Anyway, must “crack on”!
The Proctor Lewis:
Great to see you on here my old and trusted Brother.Are we going to cause some chaos in the usual Yoonatic Asylums?
So you are on your knees painting the skirtings, while you are down there now might be the time for a benediction.
“Bi làidir mo charaid agus bithidh tu a ‘faighinn thairis”
Anyhoo when do you open to the public? I will need to procure a new hat for such an auspicious occasion.
I do hope afternoon tea will be served with a wee scone and jam, not the unionist kind of ‘jam tomorrow’ A nice full flavour packed with fruit kind of jam if you please.
Hi Brian, sorry if you thought I was ignoring you re. Craigiebarns. My wifi has really been total mince the last couple of weeks, so I’ve only infrequently been able to connect to t’internet.
Thanks for the links, which I am sure you had posted before, pre-indyref1(?). I might have even commented at the time, though I can’t remember. The photos took me back, though I was only ever in the gardens or the residential wing of the building. I can’t remember much from back then either. No much good to you, eh? Sorry mate. 🙂
Thanks, Nana. My strength’s ok but the swearie words I’m using aren’t very kind, I can assure you. It’s the spindles next.
Tinto Towers’ Grand Opening should be in the second week of April: tickets £25, Wingers go free BUT I’LL BE COUNTING THE SPOONS. Bring your own bottle. Canapes will be served.
I’ll try with the buttermilk scones, Nana, but no unionist jam, I’m afraid, it has a bitter aftertaste.
My mantra today will be:
“Dhe, beannaich an taigh/ Bho steidh gu staidh/Bho chrann gu fraigh/ Bho cheann gu saidh/ Bho dhronn gu traigh/ Bho sgonn gu sgaith/ eadar bhonn agus bhraighe/ Bhonn agus bhraighe.”
Once this is all over I’m going to learn Gaelic properly, honest.
Meanwhile, in other news, this may blow your socks off:
Re. The “Grand Opening”. “Wingers free admission but bring a bottle”
Does it need to have anything in it?
Bithidh sinn a ‘faighinn thairis!
I know the feeling only too well, a 128 year old three storey hoose gutted over many years and finally finished only to start again from the beginning. Talk about painting the Forth bridge, sheesh. If I only had magical powers.
Blessings from my hoose to yours and go easy on the 3 in 1 oil, Smallaxe has warned me not to drink it but it does slide down very easily and I’m singing better than ever,lol
“…until the philosophy which holds one race superior and another inferior is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned: That until there are no longer first-class and second-class citizens of any nation; That until the color of a man’s skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes; That until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all without regard to race; That until that day, the dream of lasting peace and world citizenship and the rule of international morality will remain but a fleeting illusion, to be pursued but never attained”
Won’t be there Sunday, it’s Mothers Day. Probably taking a break from Wings as well, there’s times you could do with some support not extra opposition. To be honest it’s easier posting on Unionist forums – you know just about everyone is on the other side.
Thepnr’s gied him a wee friendly skelp…he’s affy excited, no huvin’ realised it’s the long haul we’re in fur…he’ll burn oot if he keeps up this pace of ‘takin’ offence’ at everything abdy is saying… (he husnae figured oot that Robert P’s just bouncing aff and clarifying on the back of his schtick either…quite the ‘angry man’ is he)
Apropos nuthin’, here’s a wee somethin’ a lecturer gave me when I was a sixteen year old mopin’ and snoozin” in class at college one fine morning. I’d been moody and intense for a few days previous and unbeknownst tae me at the time he’d clearly clocked this ‘altered state’ as a wis usually quite upbeat in temperament. Fuck knows now what wis up…some relationship drama no doot…anyway he sidles over tae ma desk and just places this piece of paper on it and walks away continuing on wi the lesson..
I reads it…and I nearly ended masel’ wi the laugher that erupted from ma being…
‘IF YOU ARE UNHAPPY
Once upon a time, there was a non-conforming sparrow that decided not to fly south for the winter.
However, soon the weather turned so cold that he reluctantly started to fly south. In a short time, ice began to form on his wings and he fell to earth in a farmyard, almost frozen. A cow passed by and crapped on the little sparrow. The sparrow thought it was the end, but the manure warmed him and defrosted his wings. Warm and happy, able to breathe, he started to sing. Just then a large cat came by, and hearing the chirping, investigated the sounds.
The cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping bird, and promptly ate him!’
The moral of the story:
1. Everyone who shits on you is not necessarily your enemy.
2. Everyone who gets you out of the shit is not necessarily your friend.
3. And, if you’re warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your mouth shut!’
Some folks may already know this wee moral of the story tale, but when at that age wi the seriousness that we tend tae take our life’s ups and downs wi, this was like a major intervention fur ma young mind…it blew whatever crap I thought was so important that it was affecting ma ability tae be happy oot the windae! Also realised quite instantly that he was handing me a lifeline, if I wasn’t happy about something I could change ma attitude tae it. Pass it on especially tae young yins. 🙂
Lumi’s advice went down well then.
Don’t sweat it dad’s. The way threads have been heading recently, a wee break before the real fight starts sounds bloody inviting about now. People are going stir crazy and shouting ‘TROLL’ at their own shadow.
I reckon a fair dose of us could do with the break in fact. During this whole phoney war period, a lot of folk have put in a helluva shift, you included.
There’s a big stooshie on the horizon and we’re going to need to be bright eyed and bushy wossinamed only too soon.
As others (you know, “others” – nods in the direction of Stoneybridge) have pointed out to “others”, you could always take your Mum on a wee Sunday afternoon out, to meet “others” of the ‘vile cybernat’ persuasion…
Your story reminded me of this, for some reason, which I found in the year before the 1992/93 Timex dispute. It rang so true…
In the beginning, there was a plan,
And then came the assumptions,
And the assumptions were without form,
And the plan without substance,
And the darkness was upon the face of the workers,
And they spoke among themselves saying,
“It is a crock of shit and it stinks.”
And the workers went unto their Supervisors and said,
“It is a pile of dung, and we cannot live with the smell.”
And the Supervisors went unto their Managers saying,
“It is a container of excrement, and it is very strong,
Such that none may abide by it.”
And the Managers went unto their Directors saying,
“It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide by its strength.”
And the Directors spoke among themselves saying to one another,
“It contains that which aids plants growth, and it is very strong.”
And the Directors went to the Vice Presidents saying unto them,
“It promotes growth, and it is very powerful.”
And the Vice Presidents went to the President, saying unto him,
“This new plan will actively promote the growth and vigor
Of the company With very powerful effects.”
And the President looked upon the Plan
And saw that it was good,
And the Plan became Policy.
And this, my friend, is how shit happens.
K1: still laughing at your Irn Bru vid. Priceless. I have spread it far and wide. *wishes he hadn’t said that*
Your three morals are spot on but it’s difficult spotting them in real life, causing the confusion and chaos of existence.
When are 77 Brigade going to grace us with their presence here?
Can hardly wait…….
If you’re going to PQ, hope to see you there, although I will be under strict supervision. 😛
Quite so Tinto…experience teaches ‘after the fact’ never before…ergo ergo…
Aye ”twas a guid yin…listen tae you ‘spreadin’ that craic far and wide…oo’er!
Hoping to get there, got a wee bit o’ work over the weekend though so might miss it this time. 🙁
Ye no it’s bad oan the MT when even Ken is getting this agitated….
Are you impugning my character? 😉
I’ll try to make it along but it’s probably not likely. Will Paula be there? 🙂
Can you do a cornice and skirting job ramorra in Carnwadric?
Needy widow with a Lamborghini in drive.
Please advise, Tintoretto.
🙂 Very good Brian…love it!
@K1, TC, IR2, Smallaxe et al –
More power to the whole fekkin’ lot of ye’s, keeping this place so upbeat.
There’s a lot of fatigue about, and some are showing cracks.
That’s why lumilumi’s post (night before last?) was such a tonic – that’s the sort of thing ‘we’ used to post regularly, but she has the great advantage of being able to see us from outwith, even though she feels very close.
Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say.
P.S. Listening to my very old Orbison ‘Ballads’ CD, bought in the Mitchell Library Book Sale, 1993 for 20p. Never fails to get the waterworks going. Memories…
Before I forget –
Here’s one for the old poets amongst ye.
Anyone remember a poem called ‘The Dog’s Party’?
No googlin’ or Buster-Keaton – do you honestly remember it?
My Granda used to tell me it, with appropriate noises to replace the ‘naughty’ words. Found it earlier this evening, what looks like a U.S. version. The one I remember was definitely a Weegie treatment. 🙂
Tell her to put the Lamborghini in “Park” and I’ll see to her “Needs” by taking care of her skirting if you can manage the cornice.
And Lumilumi’s English is better than mine, which is depressing.
“To see oorsls as ithers see us” indeed. I’m surprised she bothers with so many invertebrates in Scotland. Honestly! How much humiliation and theft can you soak up, suckers? Must brush up my Finnish after the Gaelic.
No idea about The Dog’s Party, Ian, but The Big O is worthy of your tears (poetry).
The dogs party, I don’t know the poem but I do remember this!
For shame, I don’t recognise most of the streets shown there – would have to really slow it down. I’m guessing Dumbarton Rd at one point, but the windy-road bit at the end? Nae idea…
It’s all precious documentary material, and we’re very lucky to be able to access it so easily.
*blubs in his gingham PJs*
That was lovely, Smallaxe. Them Spanish guys can sho’ R&R.
Seriously, can you remember a version of “I belong…” with a long, spoken preamble which was really interesting. I heard it on Pravdasound4 about ten years ago when I was still trusting and naive but it was quite something.
Thanks Lenny and Proud Cybernat and of course Ken500 – gave me a smile. Sensible and Boaty aren’t tr*lls as far as I’m concerned, they are what they say on the tin. The big problem is flag tr*lls – fake YESsers, because they ingratiate, say something people can support, suck people in, then misinform, divide and disrupt. But some can be even more sneaky, realise people are on to them and sit back again for a while.
Simple trolls are fine, flag trolls need to be outed and banned. They’re not in it for kicks, their sole purpose is to destroy the utility of Wings. If someone outs a troll, there’s no point in jumping on the outer, it just gives the troll air and food. And I’m afraid being nice to a flag troll is about as much good as peeing into a volcano.
Right now? The trolls are winning, and they’ve dug in.
@BDTT – my wife would probably prefer … well, let’s say a political rally of any sort wouldn’t be her thing 🙂 Son’s home anyway for the weekend, so we’ll be off somewhere interesting. Both YES voters by the way. Daughter’s in Oz probably still NO.
Sunday 2pm – have hat, will travel 😉
I don’t think I made the point.
Misinformation is one of the tools, and if they can get away with it they’ll have some lurkers and even some of the regulars tweeting, posting or telling their workmates “It’s the Scotland Office control all the civil servants in Scotland, that’s Mundell, he tells them what to do and say”.
And people will look at them thinking “What a dumb fool, really believes that garbage”.
Strike 1 for the flag troll.
@yesindyref2 I hear you 🙂
They might comment and are careful not to break rules and get banned, but winning is altogether a different thing. 😉
Folk know the faces to look for when they need information, links, critical dissection, inspiration or simply a damn good laugh.
Trust in people to spot those who would tell them who to hate and who exclude. If there is one thing we stand for as a movement, it’s tolerance and inclusion.
I posted this in support of lumi last night, but I reckon it serves as a marker of where I hope we should be aiming.
Independence is a mindset. It is a community. A people. A nation.
It is ALL of that community. ALL of the people. All of the nation. It is every kind of person from every walk of life and there are some pretty basic yet hefty concepts which unite all of us. We believe in the right to self determination. We believe government should serve the needs and aspirations of the population. We believe in tolerance and inclusion. That last bit should be considered fairly important if we want to be independent by the by.
It’s not about one person’s vision, or one person’s way. It’s about creating a home we can all live in and live with and that means living with each other. Learning to form consensus and compromise with each other without losing sight of who we are. It’s about having the opportunity to have the system and type of government that we vote for and is answerable to us as a ‘population’. A government shaped by the people, for the people.
ALL the people.
If some folk can’t get behind that concept, then I give you Westminster as an example of what happens when you have a state which considers favouring the wants and needs of one tiny demographic over the needs and aspirations of all in their care.
Worked out well didn’t it?
A nation is ultimately judged on how it views and treats its population from the least among them to the greatest, NOT the other way round.
Maybe worth thinking about the next time someone decides to attempt to divide a grassroots movement by telling you who should be included or excluded.
Onywho, this site has a mahoosive readership. Most are silent readers. They’re the folk we’re trying to reach and keep speaking to.
We focus on talking to them and HOW we talk to them. They’ll spot the good guys soon enough.
Sorry for the ramble. 🙂
The truth is never a “ramble”. No apology necessary my Friend.
Sorry to crash the party but away you boring so-and-so’s over to main thread 😀 BTW, where’s Jim T? Is he still alive?
It is ALL of that community. ALL of the people. All of the nation. It is every kind of person from every walk of life and there are some pretty basic yet hefty concepts which unite all of us. We believe in the right to self determination. We believe government should serve the needs and aspirations of the population. We believe in tolerance and inclusion. That last bit should be considered fairly important if we want to be independent by the by.
A sense of local connectedness improves the quality and ethical content of decision making, through a process of unbounded rationality, which unlocks the potential for empathy and love to work as technologies for progressive social change. In other words, if those making the decisions are “one of us”, they are more likely to make better decisions. Agreement through consensus is also more likely.
😀 You take care my friend, BTW, yah wee shugar lump, i might not be on thread as much as normal but my spooks are everywhere and i was informed of you touting your services, just remember, you’re contracted to me. UNDERSTAND??????
The lad’s basic problem is he’s using a child’s crayon set (GERS), to represent the landscape of a nation’s prospects. He’s not using the appropriate tools, IMHO, though that is something of a paradoxical statement, of course. :).
It’s been a strange night. Put my head down for an hour’s snooze just before 9pm – woke up half an hour ago. Now got my tea/dinner/supper in the oven.
Onnyhoo… I HATE it, when a bunch of guys get together, decide to form a band, then choose a previously existing band’s name for their own ensemble.
Lone Star is a prime example. From Wikipedia:- “Lone Star was a Welsh rock band formed in Cardiff, Wales in 1975. An embryonic line-up consisted of former Iona members, Kenny Driscoll and Tony Smith, former Quest bassist Ray Jones, and drummer Jim Mathews. The band took on the Lone Star moniker in early 1975 with the addition of new rhythm section, Pete Hurley on bass and Dixie Lee on drums, and noted guitarist Paul “Tonka” Chapman (a cousin of famed Welsh rocker Dave Edmunds), whose credits included the bands Universe, Skid Row (where he had replaced Gary Moore), Kimla Taz, and most notably, UFO, in a short-lived 1974 dual guitar configuration alongside Michael Schenker. Canadian keyboardist Rick Worsnop completed the line-up.
Lone Star recorded a studio session for John Peel’s BBC Radio 1 show in early 1976, and signed to CBS Records, releasing their self-titled Roy Thomas Baker-produced debut album in August 1976. It charted at No. 47 on the UK Album Charts and was supported by a UK tour with label mate Ted Nugent.”
Sorry mate, I tend to be the sort to rub until it bleeds, though I’ve already played that one. As such, here’s one for Duncan Hothersall and the circle jerk that appears to be forming around him.
Smallaxe, thanks for you 12.06. I haven’t seen that for a long time.
The wee taxi driver is Phil McCall, I’m sure you remember him. His son played in the same clicky-ba team as me for a wee while.
Off to Tarbolton tonight for a Burns Supper so away to press my loon tartan pants.
Lovely day here. I can hear wee siskins singing their “Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” song.
Perthshire folks – the Perthshire Bikers for Yes are riding through our area today so get out and cheer them on! On the way to Scone just now, then up the Coupar Angus road to Meigle, Kirriemuir at 12, Alyth 12.45, Blairgowrie at 1pm, Dunkeld at 1.20 and ending at South Inch in Perth at about 2pm.
Enjoy your Burns Supper but be careful, a lot of my family live there and some of them are not as peaceful as me!
Peace Always to your Sonsie face
I’m looking forward to it. One of the turns is an excellent “Holy Willie” performer. The lights go down and in he comes in nightshirt and candle: hilarious.
The only trouble is I keep thinking of Willie Rennie now when I hear HW, and that’s not a good thing.
DYK Tarbolton means “Beltane Hill” in Gaelic? Think it’s a bit early for all that fire and houghmagandie’n’stuff, surely?
Anyhow, arrividerci, Erchie.
I thought Holy Willie was an STD, then again when it comes to Willie Rennie an STD might be preferable.
The sexual life of the camel
Is stranger than anyone thinks
For oft in the height of the season
It desires to mate with the sphinx
But the sphinx’s posterior entrance
Is blocked by the sands of the Nile
Which accounts for the humps of the camel
And the sphinx’s inscrutable smile.
Mary had a little skirt
with splits right up the sides
and every time that Mary walked
the boys could see her Thighs
Mary had another skirt
’twas split right up the front
…but she didn’t wear that one very often
Mary had a little pig
And it was always
She took it round
The back one day
And kicked it’s
Fkn cnt in
Mucho hilarity this side o’ the screen Billy…
Little boy Blue
If the sheep don’t
They can fkn
I’ve said before now that I swapped my brains for a pound of mince and still consider it a bargain!
You Barlanark and Drumchapel weans will remember this which was all the rage in Easterhouse with us 5 year olds.
Round the Corner Chocolates Made 🙂
Think I’ll go and eat worms 🙂
I understand that camels were called ships of the desert becaust they were full of arab seamen
You must have come from the Posh side of the schemes.
Round the corner
Big Big Fat one’s Wee Wee Skinny one’s, see how they wriggle and Squirm.
Dave McEwan Hill:
Only the good looking camels, Dave.
nae body loves me
everybody hates me
‘think i’ll go and eat worms
big fat juicy wans
wee skinny lucy wans
see how they wriggle and sqirm
I bite aff their heeds
and bite aff their tails
and throw the rest away
nae body knows how a survive
on worms three times a day.
that was fae parkheid . when a wis a wean. lol
Milk and Leamonade….Pah…
We roughed it son.
Ah wiz walkin thru the jungle when ma bum began to rumble..
Some people think it’s funny,but it’s really hot and runny.
And that was as far as anyone I knew got before a clip on the ear.
Anyhoo now that we have completely lowered the tone …..Time fur a dram….
Meet your pal from Beatock street.
Then I had a r/kitchen in Crail Street
liz, where have you been?, I played this just the other day!
Smallaxe @ 11.02
Thanks for that…. I think….. Really Em. !!! Inspirational to wake up to..Lol
Hope you are keeping ok…..Love to Mrs Smallaxe.
I have been right here the whole time my friend, but it seems that lately everytime I come on to Wing’s, Rock or Senseless are dominating the conversation or Mike is getting us all told.
Don’t know if that’s Sods Law or Murphy’s Law …What say you Smallaxe??
I’m really disappointed that we are allowing some people to disrupt the M/T liz and saddened by the fact that some people who we know to be regular contributors are beginning to argue amongst themselves.
I myself can be considered guilty as I reprimanded someone yesterday on the cartoon thread over what I took to be an insult to women. I may have been better to leave it alone because I’m not sure if I may have made it worse by pointing it out.
Anyway, I’m happy here in my little O/T hideout just playing some music for those whose spirits are flagging due to their good work on the M/T going unheard due to the disruption.
Peace Always my Dear Friend
Had a jolly time in Tarbowton, although I was a bit discombobulated by the Swarfega instead of hand wash in the gentlemen’s excuse me.
Haggis report: rich, smooth with notes of sage but perhaps too much pepper.
Think my tartan crepe de Chine jump suit was a sensation, btw but I left my Kilmarnock bunnet on the bus.
Life’s like that.
Liz g: next time you drop in, could you bring some beef links for the sausage sizzle? I’m working on a gin-based barbeque sauce at the moment.
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
An’tho’ dresswise ther’ wis
Nae man hipper
Dressed up like a
Oor Tinto finds the time
Ther’s too much Pepper
An’ lost is his
Pity the man wa’ may
Fir Tinto’s heid
It isnae sma’
An’ the bunnet
Wid only fit a
Hope you had a guid nicht ma Frien’
You were right tae call him out Smallaxe, what followed was what we’ve all witnessed since his arrival, a defensive immediate ‘back up’ reaction. When a couple of others joined in, his belligerent posture became yet again the main characteristic on show. When it got a bit more ‘nuanced’ he played the ‘victim’ in an attempt tae reverse ‘attack’ even though it was patently obvious there was no attacking him ‘personally’ in ma own particular observations on the matter.
Your own comment and counter tae his immediate reactionary ‘would ye say anything if it wis a man a referred tae’ wis witty and tae the point. Struck the right tone. Not sure ah helped, it started as observation and ended on ‘and it’s a fuck off from me’ (am saying no more about this) as politely as ah could manage. (That’s what ‘End’ translates as if ah use it tae cap ma post)
Am ah alone in noticing how quiet the place wis last night on the M/T’s and for most of yesterday? Are people switchin’ aff because of these exchanges?
Sublime, Smallaxe, simply sublime. I see the Muse has alighted early today. *dabs at eyes*
So that’s what Mrs TC means when she says, “Shut it, Ba’ heid”? It’s all falling into place.
Unusual vid: hink those girls could do with a spell in the Girl Guides.
Off to steam my fuschia beret for this afternoon’s festivities……
*now expects comments directly tae me with the word ‘End’ utilised thusly* 😉
Thanks, for agreeing with me, there was no need for the misogynistic comment at the end of what was a harmless post, to begin with, I felt that I had to say something because I found no humour in the remark and thought it unnecessary and deliberately provocative.
I’m 100% certain that we have been infiltrated by more than one agent provocateur in the last few weeks and agree with you that they are killing threads and getting our peoples backs up which doesn’t make us look good to new readers and is likely to put them off commenting.
Another bugbear that I have mentioned before is Grammar Polis, not everybody, myself included, has perfect grammar but I think we are all intelligent enough to know what someone means even if it isn’t grammatically perfect, this I think will stop some people from posting who otherwise would.
Thanks again, for having my back, my Friend.
Good point re grammar polis, never understood the need tae correct other’s posts but huv wondered whether those that do might be ex teachers? Take note though they say fuck all tae footnurt when he/she comments.
Aye ma feeling too ‘deliberate’ and incendiary. There’s more than meets the eye wi this wan.
The alternative is we all stop posting cause we don’t want tae argue…is not that a greater danger than risking challenging any of the crap? They win if we stop posting cause we’re trying to stay on the high ground, am a bit pissed aff wi the later comments from posters admonishing the engagement and challenging of earlier stuff, that by the time they post has already been dealt wi.
They’re just as much as any at fault when they admonish previous posters later on in a thread and by doing so they re ignite and ‘tag’ the fucker we’ve just demolished! Huv never been good wi ‘holier than thou’ types tbf.
You have a good day, I hope you get double time for a Sunday.
If we start censoring ourselves for the sake of those who are telling us off, on our own side and continually ‘guilt trip’ us about engaging wi who ‘they’ think are ‘trolls’ we are going to get ourselves in a ‘bind’…which is a well known ‘tactic’ utilised to stifle debate too. It’s why ah continually refer to the Rev’s rules, those who repeatedly go on about the ‘trolls’ are in direct breach of the Rev’s point about ‘discussing’ on the thread whether they are trolls or not!
And these are regulars indulging in this over and over again.
Meet the problem head on if we see it in front of us, if something needs challenged because it is plainly incorrect or blatantly incendiary it doesn’t matter ‘who’ is saying it? As long as ye believe ‘they’re trolls so don’t respond’ yer in essence handing over the platform tae them and knobblibg anyone who says ‘wait a fucking minute’?
Rev police’s this site. We should not be fearful of a kinda ‘retribution’ from people on own own side…it concerns me that these regulars don’t seem tae get called out on ‘that’ behaviour. And we certainly should not be sel-censoring cause that’s exactly what that type of ‘guilt tripping’ is directly aimed at achieving.
You were correct tae call him out. What was damning about yesterday’s episode was the fact that so few others did…they aw saw it, 3 other posters referred and dealt wi it…not a fucking peep from the ‘we know who the trolls are brigade’. Which entirely proves ma point…they’re happy tae have any old shite spouted and say nuthin’ and then at some future point down the line: ‘I don’t know why people are engaging with the ‘troll/s’, having completely dismissed the notion that ‘new’ posters’ are seeing shite like this getting a free pass if no one says anything about their shite?
If we say nothing, does Wings retain its ‘hard hitting’ credentials of challenging btl as well as atl? Or does it slowly turn intae a mailesque btl area shitpit were good posters for fear of backlash from those unwiilling or too scared tae argue wi a numpty wi a loud mouth spouting pish end up walking away from Wings because of that?
This guy over the past week has literally been shouting down people and increasingly attacking regular posters and the answer is: yer a troll and am sayin nuthin?
Naw the answer is to challenge again and again and again…get right intae it at the level of skill and ability you are capable of maintaining until everyone sees someone like that for what they really are about. Test their reach, figure out why the need tae shout so loud in a room full of people who are open tae listening? This whole thing is about reaching out to others and understanding them, meet people where we find them not where we think they should be.
It’ll show up soon enough what anyone is about and they’ll run like fuck if they are exposed…remember alhuraneocontwat…now there wis a good battle! We vanquished that yin by goin’ at him over and over again! (even though ah think he was a ‘deliberate’ ‘plant’ :-). )
Not a “rant”, a perfectly put opinion (with which I totally agree).
What are we supposed to do, let them take over what I consider to be the best site of its kind anywhere on the web?
No!That just is not going to happen, we are not going to let a few little shits spoil it for everyone if this was real world arguments I’m afraid I would drop the peace logo and the first one to talk to me as some of these people do would find out very quickly that the peace that I continually advocate for I have had to at times physically fight for and I have the scars to prove it.
I have been attacked while on peace marches, starting with my first in 1968 (stabbed), I have been locked up in cells for nothing other than defending myself and also jailed for 9 months for fighting with two plain clothed “policemen” who attacked me without any provocation from me, most of this before I had reached the age of 20.
I certainly won’t let anyone take the piss on here, although nowadays I do it a lot more peacefully and politely but I’m no mug and will refuse to be treated as by some arsehole who has done nothing for any cause but sit sniping anonymously from behind the safety of a keyboard.
As you say, Rant over!
Maybe I should have left my theme song with that last “Rant”
K1 & Smallaxe
I agree with what you are both sayin about the Main Thread and the way it’s been going lately.
But just to add that sometimes it is difficult to judge if it’s a good idea to jump in or not.
Are you going to just keep the arguments going and/or create more heat than light ?
Espically if you have arrived a wee bit in to the conversation!
Most regulars and espically you two can hold their own but do you think it is better to post supporting comments and risk more of the thread being taken up…..Or stay out of it and try and engage with the “other” posters ?????
I have also wondered about asking the Rev to be a bit more visible on the threads when this shit happens?
People I think tend to be a bit better behaved when they notice him posting.
Knowing that the only person who can actually bann your ass is around, might concentrate mind’s enough to put a damper on the stupidity.
As for the Grammar Natzis there’s no help for them I’m afraid,very much a lost cause….More to be pitied than blamed I would think!!!
Now for the important stuff…..Did someone mention Gin????
I am lookin at you Tinto Chiel @ 10.15am
Gin Sauce, this is an old family recipe kept secret up until now.
Take one bottle of Gin
Drink it! this will put you in the proper mood for cooking.
Add some Gin
Add some Juniper Berries to taste
Add a pint of Gin
Add a shovelful of Gin
Finish off with some Ginger beer (the one with Alchohol in.)
Amazing, Smallaxe: that’s the same one my maternal granny used to use! No wonder she smoked a pipe and spat in the grate…
Spooky: went down to Troon today to see the sea and have an ice-cream and found myself staring at a windowful of expensive Scottish gins in the main street.
Don’t tell Liz g!
Loved the old Donovan: used to sing that to my younger daughter when she was a tiny.
A valuable resource some where in the west of Scotland???
Three letters __ __ __?????
Don’t tell !!!!
Which thread am I on???
Tinto Chiel have you been takin lessons from the British Government???
Jeezo! Cover blown.
My name is Sensible Dave/Waldo/Aldo/Angostura Bittaz and you have won £5.
Eh, Smallaxe, don’t seem to have my wallet with me……
Don’t suppose you could oblige me wi’ a wee folder, eh?
Pay ye back 31st April, old mucker, honest.
Catchin up wi the banter guys, been away at the back o Ben Oovi where the nae-signals is, tanning the auld cranium by day but Baltic by night! Just watched Alex Salmond in the lions den, giving as good as he got!
“An’tho’ dresswise ther’ wis
Nae man hipper
Dressed up like a