Scarlet Pimple

Puff Daddy! :015:

Aklan--make sure Sandy kent sends you that book the Ferry Boys--laugh a minute and a great absorbing read.... :022:

Charles--it wasn't Bill Murray--remember him with (as I recall) a bunch of fair hair and not too tall. and nice mild fellow?

Maybe Calum McCreay--last name sounds familiar. but whoever it was had a sadistic streak in him.  :012:  Fairly tall thin guy with greying hair./...eh?  SOB- :016:

Ration Books

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IHE and Alex MacLeod--ha! Ha! --don't ya just love it--Kingsmills /Hun connection-whatever ?

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Yes, we should vigursly pursue our interest inthis lad. :012: :003:

And the Under 20's of the Scotland squad are playing the Under 20's of the Canada squad in Vancouver here on 28 march at swanguard Stadium.

Anyone interested in going to the match contact me please. Apparently they are going to have a Tartan Army section--shudder?Lots of flags etc?

Mind you these blokes do seem to be a cut above the average.... :016:

Are you coming Scotty?  :002:

It's all about money!

It's ALWAYS about money these days.

It's always about money these days and the prices are far too high.

And :012: that's my view.  ( :015:)

It's not exactly as if McSwegan has been given an extended run though--so how is he going to be expected to settle in and show up?

Further, if he has had few games since last Xmas surely he must be putting in extra training, sprints and so on? I mean that's 8 weeks to get fit and tune-up?

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All eh can add to that is that Australian airmen came to meh house when I was some 5 or 6 years old and sure livened up the proceedings. The piano nearly took off and the next morning it was difficult to walk on the carpet  for blue clad bodies. The  came from Dalcross and were happy to find a home- from- home to lay their head down in. That was in 1945 as I recall. What a bunch.

I left Inverness to go into the RAF in 1956 and never returned to live there. It got me out in the world and away from the somewhat stifling restrictions of home but I can't say that it was an awe-inspiring experience. 18 months going down a hole in the ground after trade training is not great. It did, however, teach some of us to stand on our own feet and become more independent--a trait that has seemed to get more entrenched as time went on in my case. :015:

Stuff orders I say, do it yourself and live with the consequences and at least that way you learn from your own mistakes.  :023:

Absent friend---when you mentioned the Homes and the Allen brothers memories came flooding back. In the Royal Academy in my time in the early fifties there were two roustabouts named Johm Homes (or Holmes) and Willie Allan, reputedly from the Ferry but origin truly unknown. John and Willie were there for nothing but a a good time and both terrorised Boosey the music teacher to tears which at first we all found diverting and funny until THE GENTLEMAN BURST INTO TEARS ONE DAY AND WENT BERSERK RUSHING UP THE LANE BETWEEN THE DESKS AND SMACKING WILLIE SO HARD ON THE HEAD THAT IT NEARLY KNOCKED HIM OUT BUT HE HARDLY FLINCHED. They were not violent but just totally disruptive ansd were thrown out of class many times. IO got the impression that both were quite bright but just could not be bothered applying themselves. I wonder if there is any connection with your "brothers"?

The Borestone is interesting to me since one day in the dim past  ( well, only some 53 years ago)  I and some other teenagers cycled up to the Borestone and I suggested that henceforth we should form a cycling club named the Borestone Cycling Club. I think the view from the Borestone turned my head or something making me feel expansive. There was muttered agreement but nothing concrete came of it so that bright idea was consigned to the waste bin ..sigh... :016:

I remember the ice cream shop on Greig Street  where I had quite a few delicious cones.

This is a great memory lane thread..Charles your knowledge and memory is stupefying.... :016:

Very absorbing and enjoyable browse through this site. Many memories.

My recollection about early 1950's is that the price of the Playhouse was 2 shillings or two and six for the downstairs seats and 3 shillings and 6 pence  for the upstairs balcony. Queues mandatory for a Saturday night. If you were fed up waiting and a bit desperate you paid the three bob just to get in off the street and into the cimema before the film actually started.

I seem to remember that as you passed the box office inside the La Scala you came to a stairs on the left --probably leading up to the upper balcony.

The Palace was quite a classy clean cinema in my day , perhaps not so large and spiffy as the Playhouse but a pleasant place to be in. The screen seems to be unusually small though in the photos displayed here . The entrance to the Palace seems small in the photos to my eye now but my recollection from my teenage days is an impressive approach and entrance--but no cars at the front.  :006:

Latviaman are you going to reveral exactly what it was that gave you the green knees or how they came about....../ :003:

As for the fields---oh, yes I remember them well enough.

About 1950-1954 the IRA gym teacher ( I can't remember his name for the life of me  n--help us out here Charles, you probably have access to the records of the day) was refeeing a rugby match there. I got a great pass and bee-lined it for the rugby posts and scored. Turning in glee I noticed something in the demeanour of the ref who blandly said no goal and tuerned hios back on me . So I ran up to him and in disbelief I said --"sir, if it was a knock-on why did you not stop me by blowing the whistle before I  hjad even started to run. ?" With a certain thinly-veiled complacency he retorted .." I just wanted to see what you would do....". Boy, was I ever mad at him. And to this day it remains  a long cherished memory of  disappointment and frustration remembering the lung-bursting run I had made seeking glory.... :002: :016:

Dunno about that Jock .

But to Absent Friend I wonder if you knew of my mother's family cottage in Culcabock right next to King Duncan's well on that sweeping corner that led up to Raigmore Hospital. I believe that corner has been re-aligned and there certainly will not be a cottage there now. The hedge was  made of holly round the edge of the front garden right on the road.

There were her three  brothers Bob, Jim and Ned (Roderick) MacBean .  My Grandpa Roderick was the farm Manager at the Inshes farm  where Ned and Jim also worked then latterly they  ran the flour Mill close by  the golf course with the huge water wheel and Bob was the Assistant Burgh Surveyor. 

If you don't know of them I am sure your parents would have.

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Sure do.

Went there once with Mater und Pater in , or around, 1948-1950--a variety show--the comedian had me in stitches.

Mind you I was really little and no doubt my sense of humour had not at that time  been touched with cynicism but I laughed uproariously at one of his jokes and the other folks in the crowd for some strange reason did not see the joke. But I remember the comedian looked directly at this little boy in the seat close to the front and smiled appreciatively. I was touched, recognition......wheee!.

It was at that time that I realised for the first time that Scarlet was possessed of an unusual and somewhat....er....different sense of humour. And that's his saving grace and probably the only reason I tolerate him in the house these days.

It was indeed a great Theatre , much loved and patronised as far as I can tell by the locals. :003:

Johann Cruyff--when he latterly went to the Vancouver Whitecaps he was a lazy sod-- couldn't run, meandered about the park looking as if he felt he did not have to do too much at all. Brought in to share his "class" he epitomised a player past his best  who was coasting on a big paypacket. Oh well ,the Whitecaps did win the North American soccer league but whether Cruyff was on the team I cannot remember.

I do remember Pat Stanton of the Hibs--his striding demeanour epitomised control and desire. And I think it was Eddie Turbull's 45 yard rocket that totally sunk Kaiserslautern at Easter Road and a goal I will never forget--Hibs won 4-0 that night. They just seemed to own the park and the German side were eventually demoralised.

Willie Johnston played at the end of his career for the Vancouver Whitecaps on the left wing  producing another unforgettable moment in Scarlet's memory bank. The Whitecaps got a corner near the end of the game. Willie heard someone say something to him in the crowd, turned round and quickly accepted the beer bottle from the fan, took an almighty swig ..took the corner and...... SCORED! There was a moment's silence when you could have heard a pin drop and then a crescendo of laughter and noise.

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Blackie--and if the other buying club overlooks his red/yellow card records.

If he can master his temper tantrums prior to the end of the season yes I think another club will be prepared to anti-up for him--but not for the sum of money that he perhaps thinks he is worth right now ----due to his  unstable-type behaviour :024

Let's wait & see.

IHE

"Mountie"?  Is Oats from Canada--I didn't know that.

If you had said "Mounter" instead that I could have understood...... :015:

Oh, CH2-- I know that we need characters onnhere but "Oh My!"

I shudder to think what the situationn will be at Tulloch C Stadium if you are ever right about things. Thinks ...does he have a point(s) ? :018: :024:

A dribbler ...eh?

Uhuh..one mistake and he is in the shutzen fest and stranded too

Hmmm--personally I would not expect him to make a constant habit of it.

But for sure the man must be given a chance to gain confidence and experience :006:

Being a down-to-earth guy ,  KANT understand a word of what you're scribing but...top

MARX to you for trying.

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And we can all raise our glasses to that. Send him to Hawaii to cool off fer twa weeks and then we would have a Black and Tan ........... :016:

Make mine a Black Velvet .... Hoch ! Hoch!

Right on Scotty.

And thanks Mee --I did actually think of "Your Call" after I posted here .Good shout

I would subscribe to ICT for their broadcasts but why should I have to pay the BBC when everybody else in the UK listens free on match day as far as I can see --apart from the annual radio fee if one exists these days.

Still think it's over the top and I think the best approach is to talk to the club. I mean if they want me to pay 100 pounds for a centenary away top should I not expect something back relatingt o this ? Dunno, I am only a Pimple.

I mean if they sell all thousand tops that's about 100,000 pounds less expensess--not a bad haul eh?

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Fraser will get a big cheer when he comes on the pitch.

Deserves all credit and the Number 1 chance to shine. :022:

And the luvly Oirish duo of  Mark Fitzpatrick and Patrick Fitzmark ? :002: