IMMORTAL HOWDEN ENDER

Peter Picasso Paul is one of the few papparazzi who has truly captured the beauty of my tattoo.

[ Sit down ya feckin hooligans. I was one of the ones down the front yesterday and gota agree with ya on that point! Never joined in singin rosco break a leg wasn't keen on singin it. Hooligans though. .?? :024: Not quite m8!! :018: I don't go to games to annoy ne1 start fights etc. like u would find from other fans round the country, me and my m8s just go to the games to create a bit of atmosphere, which most ppl seem to be in support of. But the way you've said it there is as if we're nothing but a nuisance :007: Can somebody feckin txt Kev and explain the meaning of sarcasm. :017:

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Erse

I am reliably informed that a certain Stefan Grigorie, currently playing for FCU Politehnica Timişoara, will be added to the pre season training squad.

Aye had the season had its ups and downs but cant grumble at being safe so soon. Just wish we could get our cup tradition flowing again. Still there is always next season. Its in the feckin blood man. May I also apologise to CC for any undue stress he suffered this season but wind-ups are feckin wind-ups. :rotflmao:

WE SIMPLY HAVE TO AGREE ON THE WORDING TO THIS NEW ICT "ANTHEM :022: Here is the original: We come on the sloop john b My grandfather and me Around nassau town we did roam Drinking all night Got into a fight Well I feel so broke up I want to go home So hoist up the john bs sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, yeah yeah Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home I note that the "choir" had words to the second chorus but I was too traumatised to recall them. May I suggest: We come on the HMS Sneck We lie drunk on the deck From Inverness town we did roam Drinking all night Got in to a fight Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home And THEN ? :004:

Sit down ya feckin hooligans.

:rotflmao:

FROM BALINTORE TO BUCHAREST I concede to a combined euphoria of exhilaration and positive anticipation on reading of the planned links between ICT and the footballing legends of Eastern Europe. :022: I glowed with pride that our small but developing club are forging links, in the desired and eco-friendly spirit, with our brethren in the European Community. I trembled in admiration that we are proposing to suppport the impoverished and struggling nations of Esatern Europe and providing their yoof with a godsend opportunity to learn and prosper in more salacious enviroments. I simply felt emotionally overwhelmed that a club of our tender years, moving rapidly through its puberty into teenage life, could provide such a mature and compassionate attachment to people less fortunate than our good selves. I am further enthused at the prospect that ICT may well also "mature" well before the legal age of consent and that we are striving to progressively meander, albeit insiduously, up the often tortorous and demanding slopes of success. But, most of all, I am delighted that we are maintaining our traditional links with the ***** population and have even taken our bond to a higher level. :001: From Balintore to Bucharest - from Kiltarlity to Krakow, from Scoot Leithch to Gheorghe Hagi, from Alex Smith to Gheorghe Popescu. :023: We have progressed from our original embodiment and pity for the generalised "tinker" breed of gypsies to the embracement of the more refined and charasmatic Romany nation. No more shall we plunder the now barren fields of Ross-Shire. No more shall we scour and scout the playing fields of northern caravan and camping sites. No more shall we rely on fodder from Victoria Park. Our eyes have been opened to the plentiful orchards of Esatern Europe where our experienced fruit pickers will assist us in seek out and procuring the ripening foootballing fruits and allow the virginal grapse to mature into vintages on the fields of the Longman. HELLO ROMANIA - GOODBYE ROSS-SHIRE HELLO POLAND - GOODBYE PORTMAHOMMACK. :crazy07:

I have just been surfing the net for some info. on the invisble Mr Smith. Found an excerpt from his childhood which makes sense. Smiffy - The naive, somewhat dumb pupil who often confuses genders and nouns (for example, when Teacher calls the register and he is supposed to say 'present', he says 'gift' instead). He can sometimes be very kind and aware of things on an emotional level, similar to an idiot savant, but most of the time he can't even remember what colour the sky is. He has two brothers, Whiffy and Normal Norman. His mother occasionally appears, once as a replacement member of staff when Teacher was absent. Smiffy has even been seen to send his father to school instead of himself. Anyone got anything else?

It was Feb 8th reincanated. :017: :017:

That was an order from Mike Smiff RIG. :001:

Why didnt I think of that feckin excuse on Saturday? :rotflmao:

OK - here is the serious response DJS. I feel that I initially brought about the suggestion of the Singing Section for the Pars game although Lg evidently did the large majority of the prep. and the agreement by the club. I felt that I had to make the effort to travel to a game which I would probably have otherwise missed. That evidently results in a 700 mile round, elongated train journey plus accomodation. I thought that one of the reasons for putting the section in the outside, uncovered wing was to let the party roll. Personally I now feel that the club did not expect the level of response and went well OTT in the subsequent stewarding. It was persisting for most of the first half but I tended to rest ma weary bones between songs. The throwing out of the young lads and the close proximity and threatening observations of the stewards led mainly to then fans standing up more. They certainly did go back into the main stand when the torrent came. At half time I walked along to chat to some of the lads in the Main Stand. On the way back I was challenged by a steward who told me, at that stage, that I would be the next out the door. You may anticipate my reply. I actually sat down fer the first five minutes after the restart and stood up for a Stand Up chorus. The woman then came accross and "warned" me. I more politely responded that she and her colleagues would be better employed at the Pars end and asked if they realised that the Singing Section had been sanctioned by the club. I again sat down but stood up again when the next song started. I was then simply asked to leave the ground. I really thought it was a practical joke and waved to the other fans. Then the mannie told me that it was no joke and that is when I started gestering to the Main Stand. Again jokingly I added "Do you not know who I am?" and the response was "Yes, we have been told to get you out of here". On the way out the two stewards apologised to me, stating that they were under specific orders, that they thought it was daft but it was more than their jobsworth. It all leaves a bad taste in the mooth. It suggests that the stewards were specifically tasked to overpolice the Singing Section. I also evidently take marked offence if I was targetted as was put to me. It was a long lonely desolate Highland March back to the INNES. :001:

There is nobody in my seat in the Courier picture.

I'm going to buy a feckin cushion.

I have been in such a state of feckin shock that I had to keep drinking.

Ach - I just went straight to the feckin Innes. :001: To be honest I thought the wummin steward was having a feckin laff to start with. Everybody was standing up. The stewards were extemely apologetic to me and as I have said on another thread they told me that they had been specifically asked to turf me out. I know I can be a drunken ersehole but the craic was brill on Saturday. But can we call for a singing section after that!!!

To be perfectly honest is it not a sign of a rowdy young hooligan element in our support. :rotflmao: I was apologised to by the stewards who informed me that a certain person had requested my specific removal.

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Granville Paterson

Yas have to get well pished beforehand or yas will be ejected. Sing every feckin song ya want. Its party time. And there aint no choirmaster - we are a feckin choir of feckin revellers. Every man and wummin fer themselves. Bring it feckin on. :011: We come on the HMS Sneck Lying drunk on the deck Around Inverness town we did roam Drinking all night Got into a fight Well I feel so broke up I want to go home So hoist up the Sneckies sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, yeah yeah Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home The first mate he got drunk And broke in the Cap'n's trunk The constable had to come and take him away PC Barry Stone Why don't you leave me alone, yeah yeah Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home So hoist up the Sneckie's sail See how the mainsail sets Call for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home (Hoist up the Sneckie's sail) Three cheers fer the HMS Sneck. I feel so broke up I wanna go home Let me go home :001:

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