IMMORTAL HOWDEN ENDER

Well you can't really escape the fact that it was the weather that caused the cancellation. It was just bad luck that I can kiss my train fare away. What infuriates me is games that are changed at a later stage to accommodate TV. The other is the Tynecastle scenario. If there was a concern that there would be too many away fans tuning up on the day then there is no issue. But somebody explain the rationale for having to buy away tickets for Tynie and the Old Filth. And then there is the embarrassment of the very late communication from the club and punters not receiving their tickets on time.

You may talk o’ gin and beer When you’re quartered safe out ’ere, An’ you’re sent to penny-fights an’ Aldershot it; But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An’ you’ll lick the bloomin’ boots of ’im that’s got it. Now in Injia’s sunny clime, Where I used to spend my time A-servin’ of ’Er Majesty the Queen, Of all them blackfaced crew The finest man I knew Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din, He was ‘Din! Din! Din! ‘You limpin’ lump o’ brick-dust, Gunga Din! ‘Hi! Slippy hitherao ‘Water, get it! Panee lao, ‘You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din.’ The uniform ’e wore Was nothin’ much before, An’ rather less than ’arf o’ that be’ind, For a piece o’ twisty rag An’ a goatskin water-bag Was all the field-equipment ’e could find. When the sweatin’ troop-train lay In a sidin’ through the day, Where the ’eat would make your bloomin’ eyebrows crawl, We shouted ‘Harry By!’ Till our throats were bricky-dry, Then we wopped ’im ’cause ’e couldn’t serve us all. It was ‘Din! Din! Din! ‘You ’eathen, where the mischief ’ave you been? ‘You put some juldee in it ‘Or I’ll marrow you this minute ‘If you don’t fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!’ ’E would dot an’ carry one Till the longest day was done; An’ ’e didn’t seem to know the use o’ fear. If we charged or broke or cut, You could bet your bloomin’ nut, ’E’d be waitin’ fifty paces right flank rear. With ’is mussick on ’is back, ’E would skip with our attack, An’ watch us till the bugles made 'Retire,’ An’ for all ’is dirty ’ide ’E was white, clear white, inside When ’e went to tend the wounded under fire! It was ‘Din! Din! Din!’ With the bullets kickin’ dust-spots on the green. When the cartridges ran out, You could hear the front-ranks shout, ‘Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!’ I shan’t forgit the night When I dropped be’ind the fight With a bullet where my belt-plate should ’a’ been. I was chokin’ mad with thirst, An’ the man that spied me first Was our good old grinnin’, gruntin’ Gunga Din. ’E lifted up my ’ead, An’ he plugged me where I bled, An’ ’e guv me ’arf-a-pint o’ water green. It was crawlin’ and it stunk, But of all the drinks I’ve drunk, I’m gratefullest to one from Gunga Din. It was 'Din! Din! Din! ‘’Ere’s a beggar with a bullet through ’is spleen; ‘’E's chawin’ up the ground, ‘An’ ’e’s kickin’ all around: ‘For Gawd’s sake git the water, Gunga Din!’ ’E carried me away To where a dooli lay, An’ a bullet come an’ drilled the beggar clean. ’E put me safe inside, An’ just before ’e died, 'I ’ope you liked your drink,’ sez Gunga Din. So I’ll meet ’im later on At the place where ’e is gone— Where it’s always double drill and no canteen. ’E’ll be squattin’ on the coals Givin’ drink to poor damned souls, An’ I’ll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din! Yes, Din! Din! Din! You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din! Though I’ve belted you and flayed you, By the livin’ Gawd that made you, You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

The Kessock Bridge ?

The communication channels to fans has been closed indefinitely

Leave Kenny Bannatyne alone Lady C

What a difference a budget announcement and fan pressure makes.

Sorted but this miscommunication is shocking

Did we not have a keeper against Cellic ?

That is nonsense. If anyone can get me a ticket please pm.

But has Raven lost his place ? It would not surprise me if we stick to the back 5 as per Cellic. I have alluded to the Tansey / Draper dilemma before. I still feel that they do not compliment each other. They are both more suited to playing deeper IMHO and can cancel each other out at times. Neither looks as effective when pushed forward. Pol worth and Vincent are in there now on merit. Storey up front but I am still not sure who partners. Hi Ho Silver gets the nod but I would not play that two and Mutumbo together at any time.

Out of Porterfield for Crimbo ?

More feckin like "Tickets fer the Jambos" - do I have to order online or pay on the day ? Where are we having the Xmas party ?

Hail, Hail

Got a new one to go with ma new thong.

REDUNDANCY MY ERSE

What are the age limits for concessions - upper age

Yep - perhaps this immigrant simply needs to learn how to swallow instead of propel.

Beware the Pele Paterson ploy.

Have to agree with Scotty - over the last 20 years he has been a lot of fun but a real pain in the erse at times.