rocket_scientist

Mad bad. Check in. Progress report please.

You KNOW that he's not regretting it? He's loving life up here aye? I guess the chequebook Milne threw at him, twice, helped make up his mind.

I reckon Sunderland WILL come up. My wife took my car yesterday and as my DAB was on talksport, she heard a bit of a Jack Ross interview. She was really enthusiastic about how positive and inspiring he came across. Why didn't Milne ever recruit a similarly good manager for AFC? And I wonder if McInnes is regretting not going there when he had the chance? Pussy wimp charlatan midget cunt.

A tourist wanders into a back-alley antique shop in San Francisco's Chinatown. Picking through the objects on display he discovers a detailed, life-sized bronze sculpture of a rat. The sculpture is so interesting and unique that he picks it up and asks the shop owner what it costs. "Twelve dollars for the rat, sir," says the shop owner, "and a thousand dollars more for the story behind it." "You can keep the story, old man," he replies, "but I'll take the rat." The transaction complete, the tourist leaves the store with the bronze rat under his arm. As he crosses the street in front of the store, two live rats emerge from a sewer drain and fall into step behind him. Nervously looking over his shoulder, he begins to walk faster, but every time he passes another sewer drain, more rats come out and follow him. By the time he's walked two blocks, at least a hundred rats are at his heels, and people begin to point and shout. He walks even faster, and soon breaks into a trot as multitudes of rats swarm from sewers, basements, vacant lots, and abandoned cars. Rats by the thousands are at his heels, and as he sees the waterfront at the bottom of the hill, he panics and starts to run full tilt. No matter how fast he runs, the rats keep up, squealing hideously, now not just thousands but millions, so that by the time he comes rushing up to the water's edge a trail of rats twelve city blocks long is behind him. Making a mighty leap, he jumps up onto a light post, grasping it with one arm while he hurls the bronze rat into San Francisco Bay with the other, as far as he can heave it. Pulling his legs up and clinging to the light post, he watches in amazement as the seething tide of rats surges over the breakwater into the sea, where they drown. Shaken and mumbling, he makes his way back to the antique shop. "Ah, so you've come back for the rest of the story," says the owner. "No," says the tourist, "I was wondering if you have a bronze Rangers fan."

Mods. Come clean. We know Timothy was rumpus and the Lexus cow was the convicting evidence. Did you do a deal with him?

I know from you O & G types how arrogant and despised the Dutch are but honestly, there are so many beautiful people in that country. The two either side of me at the Feyenoord game yesterday shook my hand at 90 minutes, totally different people. We got home this evening but will return again this year.

My youngest used to be a vegetarian. It didn't last long but to be fair, she does avoid red meat still. It was a thoroughly underwhelming experience and fuck that for a game of soldiers. Adieu too. Must retire. A present for you; http://www.voorlinden.nl/?lang=en Went there on Saturday. One of the best experiences of all our lives. Not too tenuous a connection as the Manor House restaurant next door was delightful.

Not saying I believe that you did but I could never do that, meet a poster off a forum by design in the real world. I've met a few but not deliberately i.e. by design. That creeps me out.

Dined vegetarian last night. A new restaurant in Rotterdam. The first course of seven was awesome, a (silken) tofu fused with seaweed and stuff. The dessert was fine, a meringue with quince (which we were trying to work out whether it was pear or nectarine). Almost everything in between was fucking shite. We ended up gorging on meat for lunch today at Markthall.

You've taken that gastro. That's Michelin 9 stars.

No I didn't think simpleton. He had some deep perception. He was a bitter cunt though who hated looking in the mirror i.e. come across others who had more than he could admit he could never have.

Mince and chips is a phenomenal combination. There's a caravan-type in Stan Drews and a shoppie in Dundee that I seek out only for this purpose.

Your Mintlaw comment reminds me of the old and wonderful - wear a fox hat. I guess either you're telling the truth or the mods are making reparation. Either way, who cares? It's not important. Tup was slightly interesting occasionally but he was a total arse. He doesn't post here.

Yo Rumpold. Great to see you back. Why did your Sir Timothy Munter get banned? Was that you or the mods who killed him off? If they ban this new creation of yours, they might as well switch the lights off as real Eberdeen don't just tolerate fresh ideas, we demand them. But fuck off with your season ticket. Surely? You never talk fitba (but nothing wrong in that).

An explanation of why he was banned would be appreciated.

Cool it rump tim sir minter munter. And please change that line at the bottom of your posts that refers to me. Not cool.

Also have a weird feeling the form book is getting ripped up tomorrow although glad I won't be there to take the risk. Have a great day AFC. Hope to catch a stream.

Point of order Sir Rumpothy. Appearing anything to the working classes and appealing to the masses is an exercise in futility. Other than for those with a vested interest in exploiting them. A politician for example. The Aberdeen working classes were shining brightly yesterday morning on the flight to Amsterdam. "Tie a knot in it", "I'll tie you in a knot ye cunt" and the continuous "shut the fuck up"'s passes for banter (and indeed love) between these incredibly stupid people but to the rest of us, and particularly the civilised Dutch, they are a blight on humanity and a national embarrassment to any Scotsman who doesn't share their intellectual vacuums. Note to their wives that they had with them. When you're old - or at least your appearance has aged by more than a decade due to a life of smoking and eating and drinking shite - please don't wear tops that are bare on the arms and where the cleavage point is visible. I don't want your disgusting obesity in my face at any time, especially when stone cold sober, unlike you cunts, partaking of alcohol for breakfast. And as for that cackle. It ripped right through the 737 and it was relentless. Where they were headed for oblivion and possible death/incarceration by tea time in the bigger Dam, we were heading for the fantastic Rotterdam, a city I've come to know and love in the last six months. No Timothy Rumbold, dealing with these scum on any level should be avoided at all costs so why the fuck would we want to appear anything to them although to be fair, these cunts yesterday couldn't type. The cunts on here though, who can type, are also a form of humanity and therefore similarly unappealing.

Of course. Good work TW. My brain is indeed fried!

My brain frying up here. Is there not 10 games left and therefore 80 points potential?

Sound detection sir. And mods, don't even think about the banhammer. Rumpleforeskin must stay. It would be folly to ban him. Free speech and Eberdeen go hand in sock. Protect our Sir Timothy.

Aww, you quoted my preposterous last paragraph but you made no comment about it I agree on the whole re consumerism and all that but just a correction, the Central library was not convenient to get to because I needed to spend my pocket money getting a bus into toon to go to and from there. I never met anyone else from my academy of 1,000+ pupils who shared my enthusiasm, in that I didn't meet anyone I knew in the library, not that I was the only cunt at school who read.

I've been thinking that he hasn't been happy for a while but I'm pretty sure that he does NOT want the sack. Speculating on the reasons for his dissatisfaction - and the lack of a smile for so long I can't remember is an easy giveaway - there are a number of possibles. Being apart from our family and not seeing our kids grow up would have been unacceptable to me, at any cost and if there is a hint of decency and humanity within him (which I'm sure there is), this must eat into his soul. Also, it's not been going to his plan. I'm pretty sure six years wasn't part of his agenda but as he keeps on recruiting duds and fails to inspire them properly, the results he had hoped for to engineer a move to a bigger job hasn't happened. Perhaps he's scared? He is starting to realise his own limitations, considerable as they appear to qualified external observers. He really doesn't want to be stuck up here, amongst people that he knows (deep down) don't like him, the average Aberdonian being so stupid and parochial they can't trust anyone from outwith the NE of Scotland, anyone who doesn't talk like them and "think" like them, the English being only marginally behind the weegies in their sad skulls. Whatever we speculate on, the facts are that it's not working under McInnes and some of us know that it never will. It's a match made in the toilet, not in heaven.

It's a fact that the current generation, certainly those born since 2000 don't read full stop! The levels of literacy has fallen alarmingly, whatever the SNP government might try to spin. Concentration spans and self-discipline are going down the toilet. It's the delayed gratification aspect that has been lost, not just by shit parenting but a deliberately engineered dumbing down and the promotion of the instant celebrity culture. When Warhol spoke about everybody getting their 15 minutes of fame, he wasn't talking (or even thinking) in terms of social constructs. In the 70's I used the library a LOT and just used to take random books off the shelves. Not quite so random really but when that article quoted "Orwell, Dickens, Tolstoy, Zola, Hemingway, Chomsky, Neruda", I knew the works of 4 of those 7 simply by picking up their books at Central Library and a fifth, Dickens (who I didn't like particularly but a good social commentator of the times), I learned a bit about at school. I also got into a LOT of great literature just from random selection and once I hit across authors I loved, would devour their whole catalogue. My vastly superior intellect and my phenomenal ability to think, communicate and perform wasn't just a random accident ye ken! I worked at it without even knowing the benefits of what I was doing at the time. My (perceived) arrogance, my prejudices and my absolute intolerances however, those are life-choices. I'm just a "humble" (sic) Eberdonian who doesn't give a fuck and who had some incredible fortune in life (the biggest being being there on 11.5.1983), to go some misfortune which drives and spurs us on, adversity being welcome and indeed necessary in fact, not just for the Yin and Yang of it.

Another excellent piece from a consistently reliable and honest broker. I'm going to share this with my family. Interesting how Chavez was big into literacy and Aberdeen's council have just decided to close EVERY library bar the central. Also interesting how at the same time that Trump tried and failed to bully North Korea, his former lawyer has suddenly decided to tell the truth and is unsurprisingly having his credibility attacked by the deep state. The truth is out there. Most are too stupid, too lazy or too satiated and dumbed down on processed food and carbonated drinks to bother their arse to look for it, "it doesn't affect me" being their mantra.