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Cheers, Scarlet. Another of John Gordon's stories was about a time he was refereeing an Old Firm game. The teams were warming up, when the pitch was suddently invaded by a large bunch of students. It was either Rag Week or some protest - I can't remember. They spread out and were running around all over the pitch, so that it was impossible for the police to catch them. There was no sign of them leaving the pitch, and, with the stadium crammed to capacity wih rabid OF fans ready for the match and/or a fight, it was potentially a very nasty situation. So John grabbed the nearest one, and asked him who the "heid bummer" was. (First time I'd ever heard that term.) Then he called the boss student across and said "I've got to get this game under way. Here's what'll happen. I introduce you to the two captains, and you get to shake their hands. Then you toss the coin. After that, you and your mates get off the pitch. Do we have a deal?". Deal!

Thanks, IBM! You had previously identified my Dad's bike as a BSA Bantam (being winched off the St Ola at Stromness). Now I know that it must have had a few miles on it before Dad acquired it.

Cheers, IBM. Does your book tell you that CST xxx was 1948, but CST xxy was 1949? That's what I am getting at - how you can be so precise. Not querying or arguing - just curious.

How can you tell? The reason I ask is that my Dad's motorbike, which I have seen only in photos from 1954 or 55, was CST 5xx (I don't have the exact number to hand). In the absence of a year ID as part of the number, how do you pin down a plate to a specific year?

Jessops in Sneck reporting a sudden run on binoculars and telescopes....

I still think that the Atlantic League, with the big clubs from the wee countries in W & NW Europe, could be a good idea. Celtic & Rangers were candidates for that. Don't know if that idea still has legs, or if it has died.

I understand your logic, but I don't think I agree with it. I think it contains great potential for public confusion about what is and what is not the views and positions of the Trust. At the very least, if an official of the Trust is posting here in a personal capacity, then they should make that explicitly clear. And maybe the Trust should discuss what their position about personal postings should be. If, God forbid, some serious disagreement should arise, you don't want to have a public slanging match about it! Enough already. As always, good luck with your difficult task!

You think? Are you not a member of the Board of the Trust? Your participation in this thread is evidence that the Trust has indeed taken notice...

Railway Terrace, leading to the old humpback bridge across the railway. I lived in a flat off to the left of the photo, at the corner of Rose Street and George Street. Our living room was what estate agents would describe as "double aspect", with windows onto both streets - and an excellent view of the bridge over the railway.

Yup. Just looked at a thread that I had started, and there is a "moderation actions" option at the top. Gives me the choice of "hide" or "delete".

Nope.

I'm not a moderator, so that's not for me to answer. I've just come across your crowdfunding page - https://www.crowdfunder.co.uk/solving-an-unsolved-murder The obvious question is whether your two suspects - whom you propose to name - are still alive. Likely legal problems there, I'd have thought. Even if they are dead, it's my personal opinion that airing all this in public before giving your information to the police isn't the best way to do it.

Is this you? https://www.express.co.uk/scotland/1004939/renee-macrae-disappearance-mystery-case-scotland http://ag.worldpronews.com/54302/3258/0/f8682cf4e205f230e1852993581ac70089c9d393

I lived at the top of George Street until 1961, and that doesn't look like it to me. It was a clear road - wasn't obstructed by a gasholder. Have a look at this photo. Rose Street runs diagonally from 8 o'clock towards the top right, and if you carry on through School Lane and the one beside the Old High, you eventually reach the Greig Street bridge in the top right quadrant. So running laterally across the photo, from bottom up, we have the railway, Innes Street (the white street), and then George Street. As you can see, it is quite clear. Looking at the relative positions of the chimney and gasholder in the original photo, it must have been taken between the river and the gasworks. It looks to me as though there may have been a lane running between Chapel Sreet and the gasworks - just to the left of of the graveyard in the photo, but I have no memory of it. Yet I think that's where the original photo must have been taken from.

Agreed, however he has now demonstrated how thin the squad is. In other circumstances, this would be followed by a demand for more money, to strengthen the squad. We all know that that's unrealistic. So I'm half expecting to hear "I've done all I can here. There's nothing more I can do.".

Bizarre thing to say. Presumably he's referring to players who were in the team last night? In which case one question is "Was it any worse than other recent games?", and another is "Is that how you encourage them?". If he's referring to players who aren't regularly in the team, then he's strengthening their case.

I understand that, but there is a lot of difference between a team playing with confidence based on recent results, and one that will be nervous about things going wrong. 11 days to brood on this - not playing again till the 25th.

I take your point. But exiting two cups and winning only one game in the last four isn't going to do much for the team's confidence.

And my picture of Arthur Brown was taken when he came out front to watch Carl Palmer - who used to be his drummer! He (AB) is 76, and put on a really good show yesterday.

Great photo. I saw a review of one their earlier shows, which said that their Spitfire damn near took Nicko McBrain's head off! The Peatbog Faeries ensure that no-one is asleep in the Kent afternoon countryside. Carl Palmer reminds the "Glastonbury grandads" - your description was perfect - how boring drum solos can be. "Arthur Brown - in person!". (Frank Zappa's last words before fleeing the stage at Montreux Casino, as described in "Smoke on the Water".)

I saw Caravan when I was at university, so that's probably about 42 years ago ? Hope your show was as good as mine!

Just about to set out to this - https://www.anewdayfestival.com/schedule/saturday Hawkwind Caravan Gong Carl Palmer's ELP Legacy Atomic Rooster Curved Air Peatbog Faeries The Crazy World Of Arthur Brown Bernie Tormé Dr Schwamp The Far Meadow I shudder to think what the combined ages of all the artists must be. And I know that there are only a few original members left in those bands. It's a l-o-n-g time since I went to a festival, but that line-up is stellar, and surely won't come together again. And the weather forecast is good No idea what the Peatbogs are doing in the middle of that lot, but they are the icing on the cake . Get a good result in Falkirk - I'll be thinking of you.

All you have to do is ask! From Alex Main's centenary history "Caley All The Way". (If you are the copyright holder and object, please let me know.) The team is listed a couple of pages later in the book, and matches your line-up perfectly. Nice to see "Porridge" MacKintosh in both photos. I remember his daughter from, I guess, primary school. She was called Roberta, but more often, like her father, she was "Bobby"!

So, as the Chairman of the reconstituted CJT, are you attempting to set up lines of communication with the board? I appreciate that most of your efforts just now will be going towards getting CJT up and running. But formal contact with the Chairman and key ICT staff - if only to say "Hi, we're here, and we look forward to working with you" - would surely be useful? You make valid points, which should be discussed. Maybe you're doing this already, but all I see are your posts here.

Malcolm Slater (3rd from right, back row) was my next-door-neighbour during this period. He was a friendly bloke - drove a VW Beetle. He had got married whilst he was playing down south at Orient or Southend, and I don't think his wife had ever been north of Watford. She told us that she had fully expected to be digging her way out of the house all through the winter, and was surprised to find that it wasn't that bad. I always picture Malcolm hanging about on the wing, looking very cold, with his hands up inside his sleeves. He used to hit the most beautiful crosses - I was convinced that they defied gravity and hung in the air over the box, before plummeting down. A fine player. I have no idea what happened to him. His Wikipedia page doesn't even know that he came back to Caley - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malcolm_Slater