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Not sure if this is acceptable. "Dial" is just an anadrome of "laid". You're supposed to change 1 letter of the previous word. We'll have to put this to the rules committee for a decision. Culduthel.... Where are you? Sorry - here I am. Have been away working in the Pacific Islands (30 centigrade every day - bliss) for the last 4-5 days just got back tonight. The original game as you say Johnboy was just change one letter. Someone introduced the innovation of not only changing one letter but shuffling letters around as well. I and others thought this added an good extra dimension to the game - made it more interesting. So my understanding is as you have been playing it Johnboy - just change/replace one letter but you can shift all letters around. Cheers! Have a Fiji Bitter on me!

Two months at Santos and then I come back. No! Four months at Santos then you stay there!

Man U 3-1 Man City - Aggregate score 4-3 to United. United in the Final. End of story.

I still can remember my old man driving us across the temporary bridge when we were about 7 or 8 years old. I used to have nightmares about him driving off the edge. It was all pretty rickety and unstable as I remember. Would not pass health and safety nowadays!

Is this the left? Yes, I am sure that is the side that is your left. Should we ask someone?

In Brazil we give the two fingers! In Italy we give the middle finger!

- Alan Rose was a stalwart of the 1976 HRFC team that "rose" to Scotland's top league Charles __ I remember from my Uni days in Edinburgh, mid-late seventies, going to a party on a Sunday night up near Bruntsfield Links. Scotland had beaten England at Wembley the previous afternoon and the Scottish fans had taken the pitch apart. Draped over the very large mirror above the fireplace at the party and in pride of place was a very large goal net. Standing next to it was Alan Rose and several of his cohorts who had attended said match at Wembley and had made off with said goal net from Wembley. Needless to say they were all still well oiled from their experiences. Alan proceeded to tell us the full story about how they had procured the net -- a smaller member of their group sitting on Allan's shoulders and undoing the connections on the crossbar etc. etc. Said crossbar eventually collapsing. Them making off with the net and being accosted by a bunch of Glasgow thugs who wanted to nick the net. Alan clobbering said Glasgow thugs. Then making their way through to central London and onto the Edinburgh train while concealing the net. And numerous other exploits to get the net to the party on the Sunday night. Amazing guy was Alan. From memory Alan's dad was a Chief Inspector in the Highland Constab.

Whatever happened to Snow Chains? I remember back in the sixties we would regularly get winters like this in Inverness and cars would be fitted with chains or studded tyres. My old man had a set of studded tryes in the garage and would change them onto his car when the snow set in. He always carried chains in the boot in winter in the other cars. What about driving in ice up a hill or down a hill. We were taught to engage the car in third gear and slowly release the clutch - major traction and no wheel spin. Don't get any snow here in New Zealand unless you go up the mountains during Ski season. When we do I use these methods to good effect. I still remeber my old man giving us all lessons in how to drive in snow and ice. Looks like some of these people could do with them. Heading off to the beach now. Been 25 degrees cent. and sunny for over two weeks here in Auckland - bliss.

A wee bit of trivia for y'all....did you know...there are more Snow Plows/Gritters in London than there is in the Whole of Scotland

I don't know about ex members because we actually have rather a lot of current ones, but this Life Member of the Harriers certainly could. Just to put you right on one or two other matters, the last Harrier to win a national championship medal on home ground at the Queens Park actually came from the darkest Ferry. The first Harrier of the modern era to win a national title was brought up in a council house in Hilton. And as far as I can make out dougiedanger - Charles is not from the Crown or Lochardil either - a Dalneigh boy by all accounts.

Not from up the hill then Dougie?

Not too difficult giving a urine sample even if you are a bad aimer. The mind boggles at the challenge of giving a s**t sample and keeping your aim straight. The mind also boggles at the thought of the size and shape of the receptical your doctor will hand you for the sample. Best not to think on it further.

I needed a double take this morning when I was reading the sports pages in today's NZ Herald and could not find ICT in Scottish Division One, only Saturday's score against Partick. That is because they have a set of league tables showing ICT in the Premier in ninth place having played 34 games and on 35 points. Celtic are on top on 77 points. St Johnstone are top of division one on 62 points! So all is well with the world for ICT supporters down here in NZ!

Can you remember your 18th ? La Scala to the Hay Loft to the Caley ? :( No Johndo I'm younger than you! It was the Columba to the Carlton and then the Caley. La Scala? Columba? Carlton? The days of The Gellions tothe Hay Loft to the Caley were where it was at!

Thanks Heilandee. I've been away overseas with work for the last week and just got back. France won 30-1 in the first game i played. Go Henry!

Thanks for your message Charles. Got it. Cheers

As an ex Forward I can assure you, you were trained to score and play by fair means or foul. I remember as a 16 year old training up at Kingsmills with the Thistle team. Willie Grant had recently joined the side. He showed all us young lads, during training, all his dirty tricks from his days as one of the top scorers in the Highland League. The way he showed you them was very effective, you never forgot them, he perpetrated them on you individually during the course of a game during training and then explained to you after the event what he had done to you as you writhed on the ground in agony. He also helpfully explained at the same time how you could avoid getting that done to you in a senior game when you got older. Invariably it ened up with you being carried from the field and that was the end of you for the night. You soon learnt about the key vulnerable parts of your body on the football field - testicles, knees, shins, ankles, stomach, ribs, nose and many more. You also soon learnt how to give out as well. If you had to use your hand to control the ball then so be it. If you got off with it - "well done son", especially if the ball ended up in the back of the net. Refs were there to be fooled. The whole 90 minutes was about deception. How we could deceive the opposition and the officials - get the goals win the game. It has always been so. Nothing has changed, except now technology can catch and replay the deceptions fair and foul from all angles. Many a striker will be admiring Henry tonight.

Oh dear! I knew it was a mistake to reply to such a tasteless post so I'll say what I have to say and simply ignore you from now on. The sad thing is that not only do you suffer from Schadenfreude, you clearly know you do and take great delight in something which most of us would consider a mental illness. For those who do not know what Schadenfreude is, it is the malicious enjoyment of another's misfortune. The key thing here is that it is malicious. You are owning up to and taking delight in being malicious. That has no place in CTO. You suggest I "get over it and learn to see the funny side of life". I can assure you I rejoice in the funny side of life but I don't get my kicks from a maliciuos enjoyment of the misfortune of others. If you think you are being funny or clever by referring to your Schadenfreude (and you clearly do) let me assure you that you are being neither. I will not waste my time pandering to your misplaced sense of humour again but have written this just to offer a friendly word of advice that you seek help for your sickness. Maybe one day you will "get over it" and learn to see the genuinely funny side of life.

There's nothing funny about it. Regardless of who you might have preferred to win, and whether or not it was deliberate, the fact is it was an obvious handball and the goal should not have stood. Indeed, had the referee or assistant done their job, France would have been down to 10 men. Of course, there was no guarantee that the result would have been different at the end but my money would have been on the Irish. For the Irish players and their supporters this is heartbreaking. They were unbeaten through a tough qualifying group and were then the victims of a rule change which led to seeding in the play-offs where they were unlucky to be drawn against the best side. Having overcome all of that to outplay the French in Paris, only to then be victims of one of the worst refereeing decisions for years is not funny. These lads have given their all to try to get to the World Cup finals - a tournament which is the pinacle of any player's career - and for most, if not all of them there will never be a chance to come so close again. To have it snatched from their grasp in such a cruel way is anything but funny. Anyone with a shread of decency in them will be feeling heartfelt sorry for them and will not be laughing. Gosh - where to start?!? Yes - Schadenfreude is not pretty nor is it decent but boy does it make you laugh at times. I had the same reaction to the Hand of God as I am having to the Hand of Henry. In fact the seriousness and earnestness of your post makes me laugh even louder. By the way I should add that I was supporting France through the whole game so I did have another interest in the outcome of the game. The next biggest irony would be France winning the damn thing in SA. Now that would be hilarious!! Life and sport, especially football, are not fair - get over it and learn to see the funny side of life!

No, nothing like that. I can rest assure you I am a long way away from OF type intolerance. My post was just pure Schadenfreude on my part I'm afraid. Not pretty I know but there it is. Tried to salt it with a bit irony to help it go down easier. Some have noticed the salt - others have not. The Hand of Henry type of event occurs countless times every week in football. I just could not help seeing the funny side to it all.

Not even close!

Love the French goal against the Irish to secure France a place in the World Cup Finals - this is what football is all about ( two players offside as the free kick is taken combined with a double hand ball 3 yards out from the goal before a short cross that gets headed in). If the Irish had qualified we would never have heard the end of it. My father used to say the reason that there was so much un-employment in Ireland was that is was a full time job being Irish.

One well known figure who used to be seen frequently at the Bellfield shop was a gentleman who at the time went under a rather unkind nickname but in the current PC era might most safely be described as having had a profound physical disability despite which he managed to ride a bike with some considerable difficulty. [/quote That was Murd as referred to by an earlier poster above on here. His mother had the franchise to run the shop. If you got Murd doing your ice cream for you it took about him about ten minutes to do it - but we did not mind the wait. It was amazing to watch him do it. Quite often he would miss the cone and the ice cream would drop on the floor and he would just start again as if nothing had happened. As you say he had a profound disability - his body, arms, neck and legs were all twisted and he could barely walk but he did his best to have as normal a life as possible. He was a constant reminder to us how fortunate we were to have full health - during summer as kids we were in the park on an almost daily basis. I never knew of any unkind nickname given to him - we always treated him with respect even though he could be a bit of a grump at times. I think he lived over the river somewhere because we would sometimes see him going home with his bike over the Infirmary bridge. As to the best ice cream. I agree Strattons was about the best in town. The best in the area by far was Morgantis in Nairn.