Scarlet Pimple

NOR the P ..... IBM.

The Pimple's Kirkcaldy spy reports that the population of that esteemed town is now demanding that their team be renamed : WRAITH ROVERS Citing as evidence that their team were never to be seen except on the odd occasion.

If it's Celtic there will be a big crowd, mostly in green . They will come intrigued to see how well our outfit is dominating Scottish football and nervously wondering how many goals they are likely to lose against the men in blue. S'fact. You can bet on it.

Having chronic display problems. Working on it to try to locate source. Not blaming the web pages of this site but also can click numerous times to move along on the page(using IE11) but the instruction doesn't seem to connect and nothing happens. Size of web page keeps changing without warning. Also the page disappears without any action from me when typing in the posting box- I thought it may be my large key, clackety-clack keyboard for the vision-impaired but changing the keyboard does not eliminate this. Have also run numerous anti-virus scans with Avast (incl. boot scan) and Windows Live Essentials on the computer to no avail. Also same with apps like Hitman Pro , Malware Bytes, M/s Safety Scan --but all come up clear of malware.. Hope this may help.

The sad thing is that both Shifty and Scott Brown have talent.....

Scotty--Saw an excerpt of the Vancouver goal in the V Toronto game on the T V and the commentator was warbling on about what a start to the season it was for the home team. Sadly I didn't wait for the end of his spiel. One thing I did note was that speed of the game appears to be faster and quicker than formerly.

Gotta face them sometime so bring it on. As for Brownie and Shifty-- Birds of a feather and all that. But , yes, It's going to be our year .So I hope they beat each other up, frankly. Both deserve it for some of the body checks and bad fouls of the past.

Mr. Brown is no saint so, if he got a sore one, it's frae his brother, and once again we hear the refrain resounding round the park..."birds of a feather flock together." or "like to like". '

Nae, Nae, Naelifts. You are soon going to change yer name to Naysayer perchance? Gotta try something out before you condemn something. If it doesn't work, then back to the doldrums I fear.

Well I John Buchan has Bunyans I'll go with that. Yer on ra ball Charlie. What would w evdo without you?

Glen Bogle?

In John Bunyan's imagination? No?

The MLS started their first game of the season last week. Vancouver Whitecaps won there 1st game at home in warm and brilliant sunshine. Naturally there was a bumper crowd.... 'nuff said. For those fans who say it is a winter game, what's wrong with change? It's both inevitable and necessary to move along on the ever changing road of life. Otherwise why don't we just just go back to the middle ages. mud huts and leaking straw roofs? And it's been successful in North America. Maybe we do have diehard fans in Scotland who never knew anything else other than wind and rain and huddling on terraces in heavy coats but that doesn't mean that this has to continue just because some folks cling to tradition because it's emotionally comfortable. Why do some monks flagellate themselves on the back with whips ..does it make them any happier and/or more spiritual? It's like saying "We used to ride bicycles to work despite the weather so why should I buy a car just to keep myself and the bairns warm and dry when they hit the road running into the school yard. Much better that they arrive wet and chittering with cold--because it did ME no harm (cough, cough, ) when I was a boy or girl (Wheeze, cough, cough) and it will make strong adults out of them ( Jennie, can you bring my pain medication over, I can't get up 'cos my rheumatics is killing me...") Global warming is having a greater and greater effect on weather patterns. Storms and hurricanes devastating areas all over the world, torrential rain like I have never seen before sweeping in from the Pacific Ocean and one metre of snow overnight in the East of Canada, melting Arctic ice, etc., are alarming occurrences that indicate it 'aint going to get better anytime soon. And IHE's aquifer just can't cope any more......

Ha! Ha! Ha! ...... You are a wag. Says something for your imagination though. I told you he had large handelbars on the bike. Rumour has it that OJ tossed onion seeds onto the handlebars and they sprouted and were large and ripe by the time he had pedalled across the Channel from Normandy. Ahhhhhhhhhh

IHE--when I was a boy the queen mother or the queen passed along Telford Street past the bottom of Dunain Road where I lived and I never even went to have a look at the car let alone the passengers. To me I had no interest in the Royal family then or now. But over here in Canada the populace, particularly the younger element, go gaga whenever a royal (especially a male) arrives to grace our shores. When Kate and William (or Edward, whatever his name is ) came over they were picking the young girls up off the roads where they had swooned yearning for the kiss of life. Even a peck on the cheek would have revived them I think.

Charles--, imagine if that article referred to my aunt--remember I told you about the yankee boy she married and left home to spend the rest of her life in Missouri. Can you send me a copy of that article please?

Summer football would work just fine. The quality of the grass and the way it is maintained is the key. Grass seed grows much quicker in the summer than in the winter--about 100% I reckon. And dryer conditions allows for rolling and raking and better drainage which allows for rolling and....................... And it's a much better and more enjoyable experience for the customer. I am just stating the obvious from personal experience. And once you all convince the beaks to change the season we can then turn our attention to the introduction of cameras above and to the sides of the goal area which will solve another huge lot of challenges.Yep it's the 21st century way and we have to move with the times I think.

IBM, I have to hand it to you . You certainly know your onions. But, then again, so did Onion Johnny from France a lonnnnnnng time ago. And he rode only a bicycle with wide handelbars.

IHE, are you sure you drained the aquifer last night? Are you SURE? Remember friends, it's not the cough that carries you OFF it's..... The coughin they carry you OFFF-in.........

Aye IBM and when you sat in one you felt like you were leading the life of........... O'REILLY

Goodness, I think we will have to keep you on, Chas! You just reminded me of how wrong one can be ! The last time I emitted these words was in Mexico when a beautiful woman was in her car and I said something off the cuff, to be swiftly corrected by the woman I was with standing outside the car. Thus placing me in a humiliating position which I swiftly reversed by use of that phrase showing how much humility I had and the beautiful Mexican girl put her hand out the windae and touched mine in a gesture of understanding. Then asked me if she could teach me Spanish... Sometimes I wish we could go back and choose another road other than the one we did actually take. By now I could have been fully fluent in Spanish, conquistador of all I surveyed and paying Spanish income tax on five children......

I just saw the movie the QUEEN recently and one part stood out where the Queen, at Balmoral , went over to see one of her stags that had wandered off her land and had been unceremoniously shot by one of the other landed gentry on his land. In the building where the beast had been transferred and suitably beheaded and the body hung up to bleed dry she noted another bloody hole in the side of it's face and remarked wistfully.." he probably didn't suffer for too long,though". I immediately thought .."How do you figure that excuse out, Ma'am? And if it troubles you why do you continue to promote the hunting and killing and start by setting an example by banning it on your own properties?" Maybe she would have replied "But these creatures do not have feelings, don't you know?" I then immediately read an article online about how the Queen Mother was obsessed with shooting deer (hundreds of them) as if they were, to her, mindless, unfeeling robots passing her view and impaled on sticks on a moving trolley, set up just for her amusement. " Oh, my privileged, mindless playpersons, it's time to read www.destiniesinmotion.com whilst I'm off now to don my kilt before I genuflect to you as I exit

looks like a combination of the old 1935 MG and a Riley ..both interesting cars. Wasn't the Riley a bit of a upper level car?