Scarlet Pimple

The ladies may not be "Lookers", Chas, but It's the boys who are the real lookers. The mere fact that the girls have developed into young women is enough to keep the laddies' interest.

from the horse's mouth

Not Godiva by any chance was it?

And, IBM , yes that's a long ladder all right up against the front of that building. I would say at least 30 feet in length. I've been up that height but I did not feel comfortable at all.The foot seems to be awfully close to the curb and, if it slipped off, the laddie on it would be a gonner. You need to maintain the feet about 3 feet of distance from the wall for every ten feet of height. There you go, another little bit of back talk from the Workers Compensation Board.

Oh!.Oh! Now you have sewn the seeds of doubt in my mind. I remember Ms. Cuthbert as well and , correct me if I am wrong, but wasn't she a little lady (cute too) and maybe had a slightly protruding front tooth? Maybe it was Miss Cuthbert and not Goodsir who taught me English especially if the latter taught upstairs and was younger than Cuthbert . So, to clarify this intriguing I/D situation, the lady I referred to who handed out the "English" placings had the classroom as follows:- walk up the front steps of the school and enter the main hall. Keeping to the left side of the hall she was in either the first or second left side room just past D.J's lectern.

Doofers Dad. I have to say that I agree with you that Richie has certainly tried to fill in the blanks and put a team together that would be hard working, attack minded and competitive. Let's give him his due--he has worked at it. But inserting players from other clubs at short notice is a bit of a hit and miss prospect and it takes time for a really cohesive team to emerge. Let's look at this season as his rebuilding process and remember that he needs time because Rome and ICT were not built in a day.

Second Row. I left the Academy in 1955 and Miss Goodsir was my English Teacher. Maybe she was subbing as a Geography teacher though?. Very petite and spunky younger lady with a very engaging and fresh smile--she had spirit. There was a very tall, well-built and handsome, younger teacher named Mr. MacPherson in the school at that time. Anyway, whenever he appeared on the scene in the main hall and she went up to talk to him I noticed the light in her eyes got a lot brighter and the words "hero worship" kind of got stuck in my mind from them on. I wonder if they ever hit it off together ....? I did remember her very well though since at the end of that term she announced the class placings. To my complete astonishment she said I was number one -- which, of course, to a youngster was very gratifying . But, then again, maybe she just liked Pimples and the impish glint in my own eye.........

You know how much of a luxury it is for me to see this great, solid architecture? What a heritage you have in the U.K. Power- wash the stone and it looks as good as new and has style and romance exuding from it. Or a dark and dangerous past or whatever else it evokes in your mind and heart. As C.B. said sometime earlier on this site, the spic and span Academy building, in which we learned stuff and formed good and fruitful emotional memories , is now a physical shambles of neglect and decay. Surely a building like that in Inverness could have been tidied up and used for the good of the local community in some way? With the city of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada celebrating it's 150th anniversary this year, in Britain you can easily forget what history has left us. Before that there was only huge trees right down to the water's edge of the Burrard Inlet coming in from the Pacific Ocean here. They used powerful horses to pull the flat-bed sleds loaded with felled trees down to the water's edge over what was referred to in the past as "skid roads ". More often than not these roads were felled logs placed side by side to form a long skid path. Our modern home is just a wooden frame covered on the inside with plaster board and fibreglass insulation and on the outside with plastic strips slotted into each other and glued or nailed to the wooden frame. Or, as a Swedish engineer once intoned to me when I met him on the street and asked him what he was doing over here he replied " I'm working on this little bridge over this stream under the roadway" and when I then asked him what he thought of our homes he smiled and said "matchboxes, Ha! Ha." I smiled and ruefully said " Yes, me too. Ha! Ha! " Stone work would be too expensive to import and then haul in over great distances to the West Coast here and so all buildings were built of wood and this practice has simply continued over time. The undernoted link is all about the development of the Canadian Forestry industry which some of you might find very interesting. Starting in Eastern Canada in the very early 1800's, to provide wood for masts and so forth for British warships, it eventually became worked-out and licenses were introduced by Governments which restricted the operations to fewer people and to major businesses. Then British Columbia forests in Western Canada, some 2000 miles from the Eastern operations, started to dominate, aided and abetted by the opening of the Panama canal. Techniques for cutting and removal were different, however, due mostly to the age (some trees were/and are still over 1,000 years old) and incredibly huge size of the Coastal forest trees (e.g. Red Cedar) which are explained in the latter part of the article. http://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/timber-trade-history/ Log homes do exist in B.C. but the cost of cutting, trimming, hauling and emplacement of these logs, is very high and only very rich people can afford to have a home built entirely of logs these days.

He also forgot the words "ba goom" between the EEEEE's and the word "she"

Query

Tres Bien, Monsieur. Et tu Brute?

Eh, what?

Wow, c.mon caley! As I look out my window there is heavy snow coming down here--- over a foot overnight already. Shoot, My wife is calling me here at 8.39 a.m for a cup of tea. Thank goodness there is something that can warm my heart. Maybe a sly whusky to boot...smile. Back soon..keep smiling-seems like a great fightback,

Did you say another penalty missed?

Well, I am glad that it wasn't the Academy since that brings back painful memories of that English class in the same geographic position on the upper level of that August Institution, that Charlie is referring to, was the one in which I remember getting belted very hard by the female English Teacher. Between her and Mr. Thom, the Latin teacher, stamping out boredom and inattention in my mind seemed to be their life mission. And the belting that they gave me left me incapable of listening or absorbing their teachings anyway so why were they so demonstrably cruel just because I was so restless ? That Crown school was a good looking, well-built, building though along with the impressive Academy premises as well.

Tuck

monk

Frankly, Dougal, considering how low the crowd numbers are these days it's surprising that there is any money left over to pay the players' wages week in and week out at all. Neither the Board, nor Richie for that matter, has (apparently) many arrows left in their respective quivers to allow them to save the day. What it boils down to, it seems, is that the Manager and the Players have a real ding-dong heart -to-heart talk and resolve to get out there and play their hearts out in the next match to save face, souls and the club.

If he would consider coming over, bring in John Robertson as assistant to Richie. Not replacing him but in a joint capacity or something equally unique. Even on a pro-tem basis for the rest of the season it would give both a chance to get a breather--Richie would have good professional support in a very direct, and maybe in a somewhat more mature, way and John would be able to get his foot back in the football scene. You can see where this is going don't you....? Then let John do the shouting and screaming at the players if they don't at first respond to his decrees so that Richie can see how to do that and what results can be achieved from it. Seemed to work at Manchester United --- with boots being booted in players' faces et al. O.K, O.K., do it your way! Personally, though, I think it is worth a try.

I'm bereft of thought now because I have not been able to attend the past games so will be wise to keep mostly quiet since I'm not in a position to judge. But, instead, here's the viewpoint of some BBC wallah: http://www.bbc.com/sport/football/38727201 Rather than tanking the players Richie might be better to try to shame them by SHOWING them : i.e play himself in the next game and boss them in public. That may have some shaming effect or even an upifting effect i.e IF he is fit enough now to put out the energy. And If the players respond he should scream praise at them for every decent move they make. If it's a bad move then suck it up and say little on the park. The time for moaning and groaning and blame has passed IMHO and the only way it appears that he will be able to collect the sheep back into the fold is to show them he is with them all the way but expects them to support HIM also by way of effort .If they sulk and refuse to do this then they really are a sad bunch. I think that he would gain a lot of support for his unique position by doing this .........?

Lost-for-words.

And who was Stephen of "Stephen's Brae" ? Prae?

Otherwise known as Marks and Sparks....

Pathetic

Yankee purpose