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Maybe I should have recognised that. The second window along - the one past the streetlight - was my mother's office when she worked at Macandrew & Jenkins, the solicitors. In my defence, I was more familiar with the view from that window. Onto an interesting shop called Toyland, on the corner of Drummond Steet and Baron Taylors Street.

I wish I had a pound for every time I have read something like that over the last two seasons. The fact is that our fortunes don't have to change. It's a competitive sport, not a lottery. You make your own luck. The only way out of the mess is to play out of it. Although it must be about time for a call to Harry Redknapp

I'd been watching them for a while. A good solid team with impressive off-the-ball movement.

Protecting them for the league campaign? Take them all off to avoid any more injuries or cards

No. I checked there five minutes ago! It's a tough one.... Blinds down, open window and the shadow at top left suggest somewhere that gets plenty of sun. So not north-facing, but of course doesn't have to be facing due south.

I started at bottom right. Room 4 - Jess - Latin. I then became too traumatised to continue. In my days (68-74), Jess - a dux of the school in the mid-1920s, IIRC - was about or beyond retirement age. She was (or seemed to be) over 6 feet tall - would have been taller if she didn't have a stoop. She had a fierce and formidable manner, and she could often be seen having a lively natter with herself whilst walking through town. I still have the bruises from the day I mispronounced something. "BOY!!!", she screamed. "That is NOT how you say that. They would have laughed at you in the Forum in Rome!". All the while she was punching me on the arm. "Mind you, with your colour of hair [red] they would have recognised that you were a barbarian from the outer reaches of the Empire. So they might have forgiven you. But I'm not going to!!". At this point it's customary to go dewy-eyed and nostalgic, and to say what a character she was, but the truth is that I loathed every minute of it. Apart from in summer, when I was taking medication for hay fever, and had to tell her that I was quite likely to fall asleep during double Latin

Found the first one by accident, when looking for the second one! Corner of Ness Walk and Young Street, above what is now Rocpool restaurant. The second one has me baffled, though.

I still have my unopened bottle of Tomatin whisky. But last time I looked, the angels had taken a hefty share

It's a bit more difficult now that you don't give us the answers in the file names Is that Scorguie in the background of the second one? It reminds me of a view from the Higland House of Fraser webcam on Huntly Street - which doesn't seem to be working just now.

Well-built but not well maintained! When I was there in the mid 60s, part of the ceiling over one of the staircases came down. Fortunately everyone was in class at the time. The tower had a periodically-tested air-raid siren when I was there - probably long gone by the time of Second Row's photograph.

BBC text says Raven conceded a penalty at 90+2, and the next thing is the 2-2 final score. What happened? edit : now corrected to say "Back pass by David Raven"

MPs are elected as representatives of their constituents, not as delegates. As such, they are empowered and entrusted to use their judgement and take decisions on the basis of what they think is best - for their constituency, for the country, for the world, or whatever. They are under no obligation to follow the wishes of the majority of their constituents - always understanding that this may lead to them being voted out at a subsequent election. This is a very old principle - if you follow it up you will invariably come back to the writings and sayings of the 18th century Parliamentarian Edmund Burke. My parents taught me this. I don't ever remember being told in school how Parliament works, and I have no idea if anything like it is taught in schools nowadays. I have another bee in my bonnet about people who complain about "unelected" Prime Mininsters, but that's for another time...

BBC commentator has just reported a great save by Dean Brill...

I had assumed that this was taken at around the same time as the other one that Second Row published. Maybe even on the same day and/or roll of film - although this one is a bit sunnier. When were the Hamilton Street and Eastgate buildings demolished? How long did that site lie empty? These are great pictures, Second Row. Any more that you feel like posting will be greatly appreciated!

Must be a different ruling to the one that I saw. It said that Parliament is sovereign and Government ministers do not make the law. Nothing to do with referendums.

Was in there just a couple of weeks ago on my most recent visit to Sneck. Very informal, good food, beer and wine - recommended. My wife particularly liked her starter - haggis pakora with tikka sauce. Common in Scotland, but a novelty for those of us from the deep south of England.

Sat across the aisle from her on a SleazyJet from Luton to Sneck a few years ago. She scoffed her way through a box of Krispy Kreme donuts.

Are you serious? You're the same age as me, so you should remember it. Used to be in the shops by about 5.30 - certainly before 6pm - on a Saturday, with reports on all Highland League games. This was how you found out all the other scores. One of my small treats used to be accompanying my father down to Barney's on a Saturday evening, for him to pick up the FT, and for me to get a bag of warm roasted peanuts (not expensive cashew nuts), with the oil from the nuts turning the paper bag transparent. The FT also used to carry the schools' football results, causing more than one non-local to express surprise that the IRA appeared to have a thriving youth team set-up in the Highlands. Can't remember if the FT carried the scores from the Scottish and English League - the Evening Express Green Final did, although its reports covered only first half of Scottish League matches. The FT also used to carry other sporting news, some of it shared with the Highland News. The FT editor in the early 70s was Frank Phillips, and as member of Inverness Golf Club, he used to write up the club competitions. He once had the scoop of playing alongside me when I won one. Frank was also a Highland League referee - not a very good one, IIRC. The FT also used to have an excellent column written by someone associated with Brora Rangers, called "Over The Struie". It was always a joy to read.

Who could forget that milk machine? Corner of Hamilton Street and Eastgate - I guess that's just about where Marks & Sparks has its doors now. Can't remember if that shop on the corner sold other things, but it always used to have some very desirable toys, such as Corgi cars, in the window. Possibly a newsagents too, which would explain the Evening Express van parked outside. And would that be Mario's awning further down Eastgate?

OK, I give up. Who? (Branson has no connection to Virgin Media.)

Nope - three. See "An Idiot's Guide to Counting".

You have a replacement Board lined up? One that will guarantee that the team on the pitch wins? Let's hear it, then.

It's definitely Nairn. IHE's "clue" above is a direct quote from the Wikipedia entry for Nairn railway station. And if I have managed to do it correctly, this link will take you to another photo of Nairn station.

My late father was Jags' secretary for a couple of years in the late 60s - 10 years after this photo - so I knew a few of these faces. Terry McDonagh and Dils Hendry, however, I knew through the Golf Club at Culcabock. George Pyke was still around. Billy Robertson I didn't know, but I do remember him being an excellent keeper for the Clach. Murdie Urquhart - who passed away fairly recently - was still playing. My father once had to take him up to Raigmore during a midweek evening game, after he had knocked himself out by diving against the corner of the post, unsuccessfully trying to prevent a goal. Dad said that one of the A&E nurses who was attending to him came out to ask "What exactly happened? We are taking flakes of white paint out of the wound...". Donnie Godsman was, I think, just about at the end of his playing career. Do I remember him being coach or trainer after that? Jock MacD was, of course, "El Presidente", as Dad used to call him - though probably not to his face - and Roy Lytham was on the committee. Apparently Roy was the only person who could get off with taking the mickey out of Jock. I often wondered if this photo - Roy in first team shirt, Jock in reserve strip - might have provided a clue as to why.

Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons with the greatest for the last.