Look at this and tell me that people don't actually buy false teeth from eBay???
What The Fuck???
Who on earth would happily buy second hand false teeth from unknown sources, especially since they can't try them for size first...?
Monday, May 30, 2005
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Twister!!
Taken from Viewfirth field, at 1.45pm last Sunday afternoon.
Cheers to Davie T. for the images.
(Fair put a stop to our football training...)
Monday, May 23, 2005
I Still Can't Believe It...!
Sat alone in the house yesterday afternoon, listening to the radio coverage of the final day of the SPL season, fully expecting (and dreading) an easy Celtic win at Motherwell and thus another Championship going to Celtic.
Yet Lo! and Behold!
A Motherwell reserve side, who were comprehensively trounced last week by Rangers, played out of their skin and with the score at 0-1 and 3 minutes to go, Scott McDonald, an Australian journeyman footballer (and Celtic fan) pops up and scores one of the goals of the season to make it 1-1. Then again 3 minutes later to make it 2-1!
Over at Easter Road, where Rangers and Hibs are playing out a 0-1 victory to Rangers (which gives Hibs the last UEFA spot, strangely) the away support absolutely erupts when news filters through of the equaliser at Fir park.
Back in my house, the hairs on the back of my neck are bristling, and I can only hope that the neighbours didn't mind all the shouting!
It's upsets like this, the twists and turns, and the utter inability to predict the results of football matches that makes this Beautiful Game so wonderous to all those who follow it.
It's amazing that a largely unknown, average Australian footballer can become a Scottish Football Legend, his name forever revered and hated equally by either side of the Old Firm divide. An Albert Kidd for the new Millenium indeed!
Bedlam, heartbreak, tears and joy. From the top of the world to the depths of despair (and vice versa, for some of us!) in the space of 3 excruciating minutes.
What a season!
Yet Lo! and Behold!
A Motherwell reserve side, who were comprehensively trounced last week by Rangers, played out of their skin and with the score at 0-1 and 3 minutes to go, Scott McDonald, an Australian journeyman footballer (and Celtic fan) pops up and scores one of the goals of the season to make it 1-1. Then again 3 minutes later to make it 2-1!
Over at Easter Road, where Rangers and Hibs are playing out a 0-1 victory to Rangers (which gives Hibs the last UEFA spot, strangely) the away support absolutely erupts when news filters through of the equaliser at Fir park.
Back in my house, the hairs on the back of my neck are bristling, and I can only hope that the neighbours didn't mind all the shouting!
It's upsets like this, the twists and turns, and the utter inability to predict the results of football matches that makes this Beautiful Game so wonderous to all those who follow it.
It's amazing that a largely unknown, average Australian footballer can become a Scottish Football Legend, his name forever revered and hated equally by either side of the Old Firm divide. An Albert Kidd for the new Millenium indeed!
Bedlam, heartbreak, tears and joy. From the top of the world to the depths of despair (and vice versa, for some of us!) in the space of 3 excruciating minutes.
What a season!
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Gorgeous George...
Spent a good wee while this evening laughing at George Galloway ripping the utter pish out of the Yanks.....
I'm not political in any way at all. I have issues, but mostly about standing up for Scotland but surely that's to be expected?
Gorgeous George just delighted me with his 'Braveheart' spirit. Good on ye, but I hope ye dinna get 'fun oot'...
Other News:
I've been listening recently to more and more of what can only be described as 'Euro-Metal' music.
Bands with names like Blind Guardian, Kamelot and Falconer with their bombastic choruses, over-wrought lyrics and frankly laughable images...
But, the absolute and utter belief in their music is one of the main things that draws me to them. They are Heavy Metal. Completely. Totally.
Just watch this streaming video from Dream Evil and tell me they don't read from The Book Of Heavy Metal....
\m/
I'm not political in any way at all. I have issues, but mostly about standing up for Scotland but surely that's to be expected?
Gorgeous George just delighted me with his 'Braveheart' spirit. Good on ye, but I hope ye dinna get 'fun oot'...
Other News:
I've been listening recently to more and more of what can only be described as 'Euro-Metal' music.
Bands with names like Blind Guardian, Kamelot and Falconer with their bombastic choruses, over-wrought lyrics and frankly laughable images...
But, the absolute and utter belief in their music is one of the main things that draws me to them. They are Heavy Metal. Completely. Totally.
Just watch this streaming video from Dream Evil and tell me they don't read from The Book Of Heavy Metal....
\m/
Friday, May 13, 2005
Just a Lame Forum-Joke-Post, again...
Yeah, I know it's an oldie, but hey-ho, it's still a wee bit funny...I have no shame....
Technical Support,
18 months ago, I upgraded to GirlFriend 1.0 from DrinkingMates 4.2, which I had used for years without any trouble. However, there are apparently conflicts between these two products and the only solution was to try and run GirlFriend 1.0 with the sound turned off. To make matters worse,GirlFriend 1.0 is incompatible with several other applications, such as LadsNightOut 3.1, Football 4.5, and PlayBoy 6.9. Successive versions of GirlFriend proved no better.
I tried a shareware program, Slapper 2.1, but it had many bugs and left a virus in my system, forcing me to shut down completely for several weeks.
Eventually, I tried to run GirlFriend 1.2 and GirlFriend 1.0 at the same time, only to discover that when these two systems detected each other they caused severe damage to my hardware.
I eventually upgraded to Fiancée1.0, only to discover that this product soon had to be upgraded further to Wife1.0. While Wife 1.0 tends to use up all my available resources, it does come bundled with FreeSexPlus and cleanhouse2005.
Shortly after this upgrade, however, I found that Wife 1.0 could be very unstable and costly to run. Any mistakes I made were automatically stored in Wife 1.0''s memory and could not be deleted. They then resurfaced months later when I had forgotten about them.
Wife 1.0 also has an automatic Diary, Explorer and E-mail filter, and can, without warning, launch TurboStrop and Multi-Whinge. These latter products have no Help files, and I have to try to guess what the problem is.
Additional problems are that Wife 1.0 needs updating regularly, requiring ShoeShop Browser for new attachments and Hairstyle Express which needs to be reinstalled every other week. Also, when Wife 1.0 attaches itself to my Saab 93 Convertible hard drive, it often crashes.
Wife 1.0 also comes with an irritating pop-up called MotherInLaw, which can''t be turned off and cannot be deleted without corrupting Wife 1.0 bundled add-ons permanently.
Recently, I''ve been tempted to install Mistress 2005 Beta, but there could be problems. A friend of mine has alerted me to the fact that if Wife 1.0 detects Mistress 2005, it tends to delete all of YourMoney before uninstalling itself.
Help requested please.
Regards
Technical Support,
18 months ago, I upgraded to GirlFriend 1.0 from DrinkingMates 4.2, which I had used for years without any trouble. However, there are apparently conflicts between these two products and the only solution was to try and run GirlFriend 1.0 with the sound turned off. To make matters worse,GirlFriend 1.0 is incompatible with several other applications, such as LadsNightOut 3.1, Football 4.5, and PlayBoy 6.9. Successive versions of GirlFriend proved no better.
I tried a shareware program, Slapper 2.1, but it had many bugs and left a virus in my system, forcing me to shut down completely for several weeks.
Eventually, I tried to run GirlFriend 1.2 and GirlFriend 1.0 at the same time, only to discover that when these two systems detected each other they caused severe damage to my hardware.
I eventually upgraded to Fiancée1.0, only to discover that this product soon had to be upgraded further to Wife1.0. While Wife 1.0 tends to use up all my available resources, it does come bundled with FreeSexPlus and cleanhouse2005.
Shortly after this upgrade, however, I found that Wife 1.0 could be very unstable and costly to run. Any mistakes I made were automatically stored in Wife 1.0''s memory and could not be deleted. They then resurfaced months later when I had forgotten about them.
Wife 1.0 also has an automatic Diary, Explorer and E-mail filter, and can, without warning, launch TurboStrop and Multi-Whinge. These latter products have no Help files, and I have to try to guess what the problem is.
Additional problems are that Wife 1.0 needs updating regularly, requiring ShoeShop Browser for new attachments and Hairstyle Express which needs to be reinstalled every other week. Also, when Wife 1.0 attaches itself to my Saab 93 Convertible hard drive, it often crashes.
Wife 1.0 also comes with an irritating pop-up called MotherInLaw, which can''t be turned off and cannot be deleted without corrupting Wife 1.0 bundled add-ons permanently.
Recently, I''ve been tempted to install Mistress 2005 Beta, but there could be problems. A friend of mine has alerted me to the fact that if Wife 1.0 detects Mistress 2005, it tends to delete all of YourMoney before uninstalling itself.
Help requested please.
Regards
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Right, Pay Attention...
...I've had enough of this.
Directions
1. Leave your house.
2. Make your way to London Heathrow Airport.
3. Catch flight from London Heathrow to Dallas Fort Worth Airport.
4. Hire car at Dallas Fort Worth Airport.
5. Start going toward the "Airport Exit" on "International Parkway South" follow for 0.2 miles.
6. Bear left onto the highway toward "Terminal East Parking" - follow for 0.3 miles.
7. Bear left onto "International Parkway North" toward "North Airport Exit" follow for 2.9 miles.
8. Take the "Highway 114 west" exit toward "Fort Worth" - follow for 29.2 miles.
9. Then continue on US287 north - follow for 91.1 miles.
10. "US287 north" becomes "Interstate-44 east" - follow for 0.7 miles.
11. Take left fork onto "US-287 north" toward "Vernon" - follow for 104.0 miles.
12. "US 287 north" becomes "Avenue F (US-287)" - follow for 2.8 miles.
13. Continue to follow "US287 north" - follow for 104.9 miles.
14. Take left ramp onto "Interstate 40 west" toward "Dumas" - follow for 7.8 miles.
15. Take "Exit 70" onto "US 60 east" toward "Dumas" - follow for 0.5miles.
16. Take the Buchanan Street" exit toward "Dumas/Pampa" - follow for 1.7 miles.
17. Turn right onto "Old Route 66 (Interstate 40)" - follow for 0.1 miles.
18. Arrive at the centre of "Amarillo, Texas".
Now THAT'S the way to Ama-fucking-rillo...
Directions
1. Leave your house.
2. Make your way to London Heathrow Airport.
3. Catch flight from London Heathrow to Dallas Fort Worth Airport.
4. Hire car at Dallas Fort Worth Airport.
5. Start going toward the "Airport Exit" on "International Parkway South" follow for 0.2 miles.
6. Bear left onto the highway toward "Terminal East Parking" - follow for 0.3 miles.
7. Bear left onto "International Parkway North" toward "North Airport Exit" follow for 2.9 miles.
8. Take the "Highway 114 west" exit toward "Fort Worth" - follow for 29.2 miles.
9. Then continue on US287 north - follow for 91.1 miles.
10. "US287 north" becomes "Interstate-44 east" - follow for 0.7 miles.
11. Take left fork onto "US-287 north" toward "Vernon" - follow for 104.0 miles.
12. "US 287 north" becomes "Avenue F (US-287)" - follow for 2.8 miles.
13. Continue to follow "US287 north" - follow for 104.9 miles.
14. Take left ramp onto "Interstate 40 west" toward "Dumas" - follow for 7.8 miles.
15. Take "Exit 70" onto "US 60 east" toward "Dumas" - follow for 0.5miles.
16. Take the Buchanan Street" exit toward "Dumas/Pampa" - follow for 1.7 miles.
17. Turn right onto "Old Route 66 (Interstate 40)" - follow for 0.1 miles.
18. Arrive at the centre of "Amarillo, Texas".
Now THAT'S the way to Ama-fucking-rillo...
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Views From Our Old Flat..
I rummaged through some more old stuff, and came across some pics I took from the windows of our old flat. We were quite lucky to have a brilliant panoramic view over the whole town, from the High School looking West, over the town itself and over to nearly Dunnett Head on the East. In the distance, you may even be able to see the Orkneys!
the view looking approximately West - including the High School, and just to the left of the block of flats, a small orange-coloured gabled roof peeking out from behind some trees....that's our new place!
The view looking sort of NW, including my old Primary school (long white building in the centre) and the West Church spire.
Looking more towards the north - the West Church again, and St. Peter's Church.
The view looking North, with the mouth of the River Thurso in the centre, and the ruins of Thurso Castle just to the right.
Oh, and if you look closely, that's Orkney (or the cliffs of Hoy to be more accurate) in the distance. Hard to believe that those cliffs are nearly 1000ft high, eh?
the view looking approximately West - including the High School, and just to the left of the block of flats, a small orange-coloured gabled roof peeking out from behind some trees....that's our new place!
The view looking sort of NW, including my old Primary school (long white building in the centre) and the West Church spire.
Looking more towards the north - the West Church again, and St. Peter's Church.
The view looking North, with the mouth of the River Thurso in the centre, and the ruins of Thurso Castle just to the right.
Oh, and if you look closely, that's Orkney (or the cliffs of Hoy to be more accurate) in the distance. Hard to believe that those cliffs are nearly 1000ft high, eh?
Friday, May 06, 2005
One For The Lads...?
With thanks to Charging Through The Midfield I've managed to come across *cough* the genius of the Fwapometer.
Click, and laugh.
I did.
Click, and laugh.
I did.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Rivers Of Fur?
With the election fast approaching, I’ve decided to refrain from comment. Except for this - Bollocks to the lot of them, lying, cheating, self-serving fuckers that they are…
Last night, our recently emancipated puss was out on the prowl around dusk. We’ve gradually been getting used to him coming and going, marking out his new territory as and where he sees fit. This time however, he may have met his match.
We’re quietly watching Corrie (or she is, I’m reading the excellent “The Times: - Complete History of the World” for some reason) when we hear an almighty screeching, growling, hissing, spitting and yeowling cacophony coming from outside.
The Wife is first to the door, and immediately shouts for the cat. I’m right behind, just in time to see a fat ginger streak bolting into the house, hotly pursued by a black streak that upon the realisation that we’re there stops halfway down the garden path and vanishes around the side of the house.
After some considerable time hiding under the spare bed, our battle-cat emerges and as soon as we approach he’s straight into “Fuck You” mode, and is ready to annihilate anything that moves, while emitting the sort of noise that I’m having trouble explaining…sort of like a low, deep, constant growl coming right from the depths of the stomach.
After a while, he’s beginning to settle, and The Wife spots from the kitchen window the remains of an almighty battle.
Halfway down the path, there are numerous clumps of ginger and white fur, liberally scattered on the ground, and further down there is more. Vast swathes of the stuff. I can see no blood, there are no scratches or broken skin on our brave wee warrior (!), but there’s no sign of black fur on the path either…
My theory is that he’s encountered this other cat, upon whose territory he’s now encroaching, and in the first struggle has managed to fend it off away from the house. Unfortunately, the noise of the conflict alerts us, and The Wife runs to the door shouting his name, thus distracting him from the job in hand (kicking the fuck out of this landlord cat). He takes flight back to safety with just a few clumps of fur lost. But ultimately cheated of victory.
So this means that there is an unfinished job in hand.
I must admit, I’m utterly fascinated by all of this…
I will report any further scuffles, I mean developments later, after The Wife’s stopped peeping about her wee man getting into a fight!
Last night, our recently emancipated puss was out on the prowl around dusk. We’ve gradually been getting used to him coming and going, marking out his new territory as and where he sees fit. This time however, he may have met his match.
We’re quietly watching Corrie (or she is, I’m reading the excellent “The Times: - Complete History of the World” for some reason) when we hear an almighty screeching, growling, hissing, spitting and yeowling cacophony coming from outside.
The Wife is first to the door, and immediately shouts for the cat. I’m right behind, just in time to see a fat ginger streak bolting into the house, hotly pursued by a black streak that upon the realisation that we’re there stops halfway down the garden path and vanishes around the side of the house.
After some considerable time hiding under the spare bed, our battle-cat emerges and as soon as we approach he’s straight into “Fuck You” mode, and is ready to annihilate anything that moves, while emitting the sort of noise that I’m having trouble explaining…sort of like a low, deep, constant growl coming right from the depths of the stomach.
After a while, he’s beginning to settle, and The Wife spots from the kitchen window the remains of an almighty battle.
Halfway down the path, there are numerous clumps of ginger and white fur, liberally scattered on the ground, and further down there is more. Vast swathes of the stuff. I can see no blood, there are no scratches or broken skin on our brave wee warrior (!), but there’s no sign of black fur on the path either…
My theory is that he’s encountered this other cat, upon whose territory he’s now encroaching, and in the first struggle has managed to fend it off away from the house. Unfortunately, the noise of the conflict alerts us, and The Wife runs to the door shouting his name, thus distracting him from the job in hand (kicking the fuck out of this landlord cat). He takes flight back to safety with just a few clumps of fur lost. But ultimately cheated of victory.
So this means that there is an unfinished job in hand.
I must admit, I’m utterly fascinated by all of this…
I will report any further scuffles, I mean developments later, after The Wife’s stopped peeping about her wee man getting into a fight!
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