Scarlet Pimple

Well, IHE you beat me to it. Charlie, sure you do, you sly devil. But you were a teacher, so what can you expect? Teachers live in a Bubble of Academe and can't relate to the real world unless they are other teachers. So they use big words like Academe and us plebs can't understand the lingo and, and....... However, I'm surprised that IBM hasn't replied, though ,'cos I was really nice to him, like.

Thanks for putting up the footage Manfer. You're a brick. I have viewed these highlights and ICT could have scored a few more if lady luck had been in attendance. But then, again, a miss is as good as a mile, isn't it? Bad luck in not scoring is matched only by the fact that you do have to accept the bad with the good and, frankly, just get on with it. It is, and ever will continue to be, quite impossible for every new year's team to meet all our expectations and we will just have to face the fact that sometimes our team will merely engender our expectorations. Last remark by approval of IHE. I do feel that the somewhat beleaguered Bughtie is merely trying to dwell on the positive aspect of support, as he has done consistently from the very inception of his membership, rather than the brutally frank, but often seen to be negative, criticisms of the team. He conveys the impression that he firmly understands that attempting to emphasize the positive is preferable to the negative since it is more inspiring, uplifting and motivational to everyone around the club , especially when times are tough as they are now. I agree with that philosophy because who wants to be around moaners all the time and we can't get out of the doldrums by putting people to the sword for every slip-up, be it players, managers or Board members all of whom must, anyway, by now be keenly aware that their livelihoods are at stake one way or another. When we hark on about simulation I have to smile as I dwell on an action which is once again negative when we could just as easily place a letter "t" after the letter S and start a thread on how we can uplift and motivate . I am very far from suggesting the restriction of anything anyone wants to opine about ICT except that I simply prefer the tempered route at this juncture because I sincerely feel that it will bear more fruit in both the short and long run. As one of my more poorly-motivated ex employees once intoned directly to me when I fired him for ignoring my specific instructions on how to do a job ,and nearly lost my company an important contract as a result,.."You will get more with honey than with vinegar, S.P."

Ask a silly question.....? Sigh! And how do you know I'm old.? I'm not old , just past it.

C.B. All I can say is ....":All is forgiven" Ha! Ha! Ha!

Forget INTERNET BUGATTI (Chiron) MAN? Perish the thought ! Rarely has the Wizard of Oz been so dynamically supplanted as by the presence of the catalytically converted, car crazy always knowing, rarely contradicted, even contra-indicated Doctor of dynamic directional movers, the one and only young-timer "I like BABES in MOTORS " cruiser of the Deutsch Autobahn fast lanes and Inverness's answer to a lady mechanic's prayer.....HIMSELF. Surely......"Never!". Even Charlie BannerPerson would not reply to that........?

Seems a great shame to have ever considered just demolishing it. If they gutted the insides and refurbished it completely then the old "CACHET" would be retained and prices could be much higher than perhaps these places would go for with modern facades. Just think, if I come "home" to retire, I could buy one of these townhouse-type -flats and every day I would be reminded by the outside facade that I was back at the Royal Academy. And, at least better in appearance than the newer flats down by the river ? Yep, that's what nostalgia from reading and enjoying IHE's threads does to you as one forgets that all that glitters isn't gold. Meaning? Simply that nostalgia is a fleeting emotion and that to think that coming "home" to die means complete happiness is probably flawed, if for no other reason than the fact that having charted a long course away from "home" one inevitably changes and may be just as happy staying put wherever you have landed up. As I currently see it, it's people that make your life happy or otherwise not places so much. Over to you IHE--give us an educated, professional view on this, can you?

Just spent a happy couple of hours on this thread again, going back over old times with some Old Timers......' Thanks for the memories IHE , great stuff and fine photographs. You know the old saying..."the more things change the more they stay the same."

IF you mean Augusta., that is. Smile. You know the song,"Georgia, sweet Georgia. Ah've gat Georgia on mah mind, ....etc"

Georgia, USA , Scotty i.e in the sunny south of that large land.

Caley Jags sums it up for me. It's remarkable that we even came so close to top 6, let alone be alive and kicking despite so many setbacks. Injurie galore and the devastating loss of a significant portion of our best players before our new uniforms had even got dirt on them--what some folks expect from the very experienced John Hughes is unrealistic to say the least. He's not a magician with a magic wand, just a good coach doing what he humanly can with an obviously very restricted budget. He only won us the Scottish cup and finished very high last season which, let's be honest came as a very satisfying surprise to all of us. What we need at this stage is a steady, very experienced hand on the tiller by a man who has already proven his worth when he had the opportunity and playing personnel to do so. To suggest we remove or replace him with another, probably unknown, quantity before he has hardly even had his feet under the table is ridiculous, inexperienced knee-jerkism and fanciful thinking at best. His signings and development of players should be lauded, not easily forgotten. And, when R Christie took off for the bright lights of Glasgow, his loss was not Hughes' fault but surely as much as anything because of his training and guidance for the young man- which shows he still has it up top, football wise. To appoint a person to the Manager's position who has great football talent and energy but without, apparently, any - on - the - job experience in that role would, at this point in the club's development, probably be reckless both for the club and for that person's own onward progression in his chosen career. Assistant manager, possibly, but not to be sent into the lion's den in full charge of the team--all the book learning and reading in the world is no substitute for the real time, on the job experiences of life. To be frank, one needs a few losses and crushing experiences in life to grow, develop and mature and in this particular situation the potential devastation of same could simply not be worth it.

IHE-that's a lovely response to my otherwise rhetorical question 'cos I knew IBM would probably not reply being a nice, shy lad and all. Gosh..and they've all got British faces. Bit of a change from the Motley Crew ones we see over the pond every day. But, there you go, variety is the spice of life, so they say. Oh, and before I forget, my wife says she recently saw a couple of bees in the back yard sucking nectar from my clover-ridden lawn. So there must be some still alive in the otherwise global, crisis-ridden planet. So I am not going to spend 4 hours hand picking the clover out of my lawns anymore and ruining my lower back in the process. Did you guys know that in the olden days the standard lawns were of clover, not grasses. Here's a surprising factoid for IHE to mull over--my reading-up on this potentially agriculturally-disastrous death of the bee population reveals that if they all die out then mankind goes with them because they are, apparently, vital to our survival. No pollination means catastrophic ruin for all of us. Sends the shivers up my spine because I can see it happening. From very sunny and Spring-like Maple Ridge, British Columbia, Canada.

Id the guy in the middle of the back row a relative of Shaun Connery?

That's the Donald and S.P approaching Tulloch Caledonian stadium to drop a bag of gold on the pitch. Hope a game isn't in progress at that time because , with his busy schedule and on his way to Aberdeen for a golf game, he insists that he can't stop enroute to check.

Did your attention ever waver from the former to the latter IBM? And, if so, how and when did you learn to love two projects together?

Just one thought...is he , in his opinion, trying to be truthful? Or just stating facts as he sees them because he thinks he needs to say something?

Some interesting takes . Agreed that continual passing back to the goalie is a sign of weakness or of lack of confidence , or both. Either way it is an abdication of responsibility and, in a sense, a passing of the buck. Which has been a source of frustration to my little overseas soul several times ; maybe 'cos I feel that winning games depends directly and absolutely by aggressive play in the opposing team's 's half of the field, not ours. In the games I've seen, albeit on video, it is very frustrating to watch because there is no way a lovely blooter from the goalie into the opposition's half of the field is going to guarantee forward progress into a dangerous area for us at all. Without possession, and without a definite idea in the minds of the players what they can do with the ball ,IF they get it, where do we end up? Generally speaking, Yogi should forbid pass backs to the goalie which are unlikely ever to even have half a chance to win games unless it's a last desperate act to save the opposite team from scoring, like. And heavily fine full backs who get rid of the ball by passing across the field to the other full back in an "After you Claude" pose . What does the left back think the right back is going to do with the ball anyway ? Deliver it forward,? Surely not -- that might actually contribute to the possibility of scoring for goodness sake? And, if so, why did he not think of such a stirring move, himself eh? Plus discourage sideways passing in a tight circle because the goal is at the North end not the east or west end and if the ball reaches that goal area it's a heck of a ways away from our goalie. So what's to lose? Meaning that forwards and wingers must be up the field ready for some sort of a pass and ready to contest for the ball if need be. Looks like maybe SP should take a break, put a wet compress on his forehead and take a pill. O.K I will, so there!

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Now, Charles, even though I did "get it" after quite a bit of thought, it's just a tad near the bone in the "non-upright" stakes. I'm a very broad-minded man and you can say anything you like to me but, please, not about my family. Otherwise you will have Daddy Pimpernell to deal with and that is not a hero's fate ...."aaarghhh , Jim lad, hang 'em high from yon yardarm, he thinks too much and such men are dangerous."

Time for resting up after tensmatch. http://www.bbc.co.uk/newsround/31058791

Charles--what a strange remark! Vulgarity may be his trait but matched by his chatter in full spate. He teaches the young 'uns and the older sods - those elder statesmen who no longer have the bods, whilst his mirror at home longs for more muscular quads. To allow him to have some whirlies with the girlies and show off his cultured quadrille.

Is this field in Culcabock itself IHE? I know where the Fluke Inn is, or was, but I don't recognise the field. My mother was born in Spring cottage in Culcabock along with all my uncles. The burn referred to must be the one that flowed past King Duncan's Well or thereabouts.

Yep IBM-- thanks for the comment. That's it all right. I remember the wee road on the right and the canal banks. which were , seemingly, always under snow when SP went skating. I also remember the wee grassy/snowy bank that led down from the road onto the ice. Sob I'm getting tearie-eyed. Was SP a good skater-? hardly he fell twice in an ice rink in Edinburgh in his teens and cracked his hip. Mind you, the old skates I wore in them thar days were more useful for ice dancing than ice skating at 2 mph and no doubt ,if I had the skates used by ice hockey players the noo, I would have been brilliant. Truth to tell it never happened, I just enjoyed the outdoors and the exercise. Now I enjoy it if I can get up int der morgen without pain frae mah bed and arrive at the bathroom in good shape.

Charlie Yes I remember Mr Thom. I should , since he nearly took my hand off after belting me so hard that I was left wondering if their was a hand still on the end of the stump. He made sure he didn't miss either since he insisted that I double up my hands. I mean, was tying my scarf to the desk and around my leg and fidgeting and not paying attention is not a capital crime is it? The ignominy of not being able to get loose-- from my tireless efforts to do a good job on the scarf --was deflating enough after he called me out to get belted and the other pupils waited in awe and with bated breath watching Mr. Thom get somewhat irritated, probably thinking that I was just trying to delay the inevitable. A nasty type-? Dunno but I don't think so, it's just that Pimples have an endearing trait of pissing off teachers. --that was the second teacher that belted me for the exact same reasons. What was it with Academy teachers..eh? No understanding with pupils who have attention- deficit -disorder. Maybe this is a case for IHE to adjudicate.

Ha! ha! ha! Right on Itchy. This one is a real smash and grab deal. Nowadays they have plastic glass instead of the real thing so the whole caboodle sways and rattles but usually nobody get's seriously hurt, except that the thud of big bodies careening into the barriers can be heard all around the stadium. In the NHL a player weighing 175 lbs is considered small and the average height is at least 6 feet tall with 6' 7" being considered slightly above average. Me? I would be looking for an opening between the opposing player's legs to slide through to avoid permanent damage. A common sight is a player with holes where the front teeth should be and broken noses. I suppose the huge contracts they receive are considered to be adequate compensation for these injuries since they can afford the best surgeons once their playing days are over. That is, if you survive--on occasion the odd player has died or been permanently incapacitated by deliberate hits, especially head hits which inevitably lead to concussion, which they are now cracking down upon -- and about time. They don't normally get a "sine die" suspension, like the renowned former Ranger's player Willie Woodburn finally got to end his inglorious career, but several months suspension can really cost them.

OOPS! What a smashing video I must say. During a game of ice hockey with the Vancouver Canucks a player on the opposing team decided that the only way to win for his team was to ensure that one of the Canucks was either melted, belted or demolished . Sooo..... here is what he did--and if you are like the Scarlet Pimple you will not believe your eyes. For the climax go to the end of the video. The player did survive, though, and is now the Director of Operations of the Canucks. Smile http://www.sportsnet.ca/hockey/nhl/tbt-lindens-goodbye/