I have just woken up from a slumber which I suspect was a psychic fugue. There I was in the labourers bothy on the Seaforth Estate of Loch Ussie in the year of 1672. There sat my one time mentor and relative Kenneth MacKenzie - Coinneach Odhar - or more renowned as the Brahan Seer. He shook my hand and gave me a wee dram and proferred a prophecy. "Johndo my chosen one - Beware the Doonhammers in a bowl of balls but do not fear them- defeat the Borderers and the Highlanders will march South to enjoy a glorious day".

I woke up and smelt malt whisky on my breath - I looked out the window and a black raven stared back and flew away. Spooky or what.  :015: :015:

Oh.. nan Coinneach added - If the fat D **** or the fat Canadian **** or the wee taxi wifie move this post off the main site you are feckin doomed.  :023:

Quick, move it.

Johndo says he is doomed if you do :016:

Signed Pte Fraser :001:

Oh sh!t! That means we'll be selling Dargo at the end of the season.

And one of the OF will make an offer for Hastings.

Are you sure it was "Doonhamers" he said and not "Queens"?

Jeeeezus...he's really lost it this time......  :020:

I am no clairvoyant, but somehow I've seen this coming..... :023:

I'll just delete it and say it was hallucination...

another top prediction from from our spiritually blessed correspondant

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Have a feckin think about it. Beware the Doonhammers he said - and Cellic was the ball picked out just before Queen of the South. I suspect QOS may lie ahead in  the Semi Finals - and as we have to march South that suggests that we will defeat Cellic.  :024: :024:

Nice save  :015: :015: :015:

Ive got a feeling we'll meet the Pars at some point, hopefully in the final  :001:

Time for you to have a wee lie down now, IHE....  :sleep06:

Somebody will be along soon with your medication, which will be a huge relief to your fellow in-mates..... :022:

ach I hae my psychic doots, but I'll give you the benefit of them  :happy06::scatter: :happy06:

Johndo, I think Uranus is in conjunction with your brain.

brain?

brain?

pickled in alcohol somewhere