dougiedanger

So Lennon and several other high profile Celtic supporters are sent bullets and put in fear of their lives by death threats that beyond any reasonable doubt come from supporters of another football club, and then Lennon himself is subject to a disgraceful show of hatred at Tynecastle, and yet the "real danger" in the whole thing comes from those nasty "Celtic fans," who to my knowledge have not retaliated to the very real anti-Celtic (and no doubt anti-Catholic) intimidation that characterised last season's Scottish football. This whole episode was a disgrace to Scottish football and the whole nation. Even the Sunday Post condemned it at the weekend! The real issue here and probably the "real danger" lies in the blind denial that there are sectarian issues at play in all of this, and in the implicit idea that somehow Lennon, Celtic, and their fans deserve it, that "they bring it on themselves." After all, they are not "the people".

Actually a decent point and I am sure Mr Bannerman would be confident enough to stand his version against conflicting viewpoints. Or maybe the "refuseniks" should go ahead and write their version. If only there were one who visited this site...

Not really wanting to get into all this again, but the Hearts security official, a former police officer, testified that he heard the assailant call Lennon a "Fenian b**tard." Not sure of that is sectarian enough for the jury or indeed for some on here, but as Scotty says, seen from the outside, the whole episode must paint Scotland in a very poor light.

I know, the Gers do get lucky with their chairmen. Murray leaves after a glorious reign and next minute they have another billionaire on board, wealth off the scale, lives in a castle, everything.

To be fair, that first post was so full of genuine 'rage' that he is probably still seething after the result. It was real 'crush a grape' stuff.

Hats off dougal, you always reel them in.

Reflections, then the What and on to Relax.

Sad thing is we are so used to this kind of decision making that we start to question our own judgment, while outsiders can see there is something not quite right going on.

You could sign them in to the Portland Club, dougal. I hate to disappoint you danger but i'm not a member of said establishment Not a post of yours go by without reference to the Orcs take it you will be travelling to the game tomorrow from the Portland snug bar on the True Blue bus??? Anyway back on topic I recommend a doner kebab from Max's at the end of nights drinking in Inverness. After a few pints it goes down a treat with me dougal Aye, see you on the huns bus mate.

You could sign them in to the Portland Club, dougal.

That'll do for protestants, so what about the rest? Crab football and medicine balls compulsory for all non-Prods too, and periodical jumble sales and sponsored walks.

They should re-vamp the BBs, make it compulsory from Anchor Boy age. A bit of drill, gymnastics, the horse, the box, rings, first aid and badges would sort out these animals.

Think Billy Davies would be ahead of TB for that job.

No, but he will be next week.

Excellent news! Good luck to them.

Always ahead of the game, the Clachers. Did Paul Kenny sell them from his chip van? Though talking of pies, I do mind the Kingsmills ones being reheats from previous games. Harder than a reckless tackle from Frazie Taylor.

So what happened when the proxy dad came round?

Way man, for Tudor ah'd climb a mountain.

School cafes? The one at Inverness Royal Academy is first class and our dinner ladies are wonderful :biggrin: (and I'm not just saying that to get bigger portions should one of them read this.) Good food... good helpings... service with a smile so I always put vodka in their direction on the odd occasion I see any of them in the Social Club. School dinners at the Royal Academy have not, however, always been so. For many years, we had a grim Aberdonian lady whose portions entirely squared with her place of origin. (Sorry Donview if your 40 years on the wrong side of the Grampians has led you to empathise with the natives.) She used to spend her life at the front counter dishing out meagre helpings and when she eventually ran out, you would get the inevitable cry of "CHUUUUPS!!" I got so fed up with her undersized helpings of "chuuups", which were obviously well under the stated 4 oz (113g), that I took mine upstairs to my lab and weighed them on a chemical balance. I then came back down and said to her "Mrs ******, your portion of chips weighs 86 grams so is almost 25% underweight." I never had any problem after that. I would bet Mrs Chuuups had her revenge many times over Charles, by means of the (alleged) old Hilton Chipper-style "special vinegar".

What about school cafeterias Charles? You must have been subjected to some well ropey scran in these places over the years, or maybe there have been unexpected gems among the chips, beans, and stewed apples?

What about Marks' cafe over toon--how do you rate that? And, on a slight tangent here, mind Morrisons' cafe upstairs in the market? Tinned tomato soup, roll with processed cheese, syrupy orange juice, that fake wood stuff on the walls...

Did we play 4 times at Ibrox last year?

Good to see the big issues of the day being discussed on the forum. Though, saying that, surely we are far better catered for now than when the weekly "big shop" was done at the Coop in Montague Row.

Great posts on this thread by Charles and Oddquine. No one seems to have the courage to deal with the underlying issue of the OO and the absurd, outdated views it espouses. As long as they are tolerated there will be absolutely no progress made on "sectarianism". On a side note, Charles, it would be career suicide for any of your Central Belt colleagues at the BBC to criticise the OO in the way that you have rightly done. Sadly, the truth is less important there than placating the elements that shame and embarrass this country with their prejudices.

I think my first ever game was at Clach Park, I must have been about 4 or 5 when my Dad took me to the old Wine Shed, the proper one, and I was terrified. All I remember was wishing the angry, scary men would stop shouting, and the pervasive smell of booze in the air. Could have been any game at Clach Park I suppose. Mind they used to play some games on a Friday night? Later, it was always a relief when walking home after a midweek game to get out of the Carse and closer to Telford Street. Mind hearing about one cup final in the early 80s, Clach v Brora I think, major trouble at the game, the Brora fans taunting the Clachers for their lack of familiarity with the old Imperial Leather. Clach fan exacting revenge by running onto the pitch and throwing a corner flag into the Brora mob.