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Snap. Falkirk last out was my first time there. I am in no hurry to complete the set however, but suspect that the Caley one will go this Sat. Was at the old Hamilton.

I think not, yank bouffant cunt. One mile from Inverness Airport, Castle Stuart, opening July 2009, will piss on anything your yes-men architects will create. He is an American too. A good one.

That may be an exercise in futility. Their retail-assistant scepticism and general self-loathing may mean that the sex starvation has been inadvertently cultivated by their own poor outlooks. Brad Pitt could walk in there, try his lines and get telt "Hemmin. Tak a run n jump. Far div ye think ye are, ye poofy chocolate". Note: I would naturally need to do some retail-diction-research in order to find authenticity, but you get my Montgomery Clift.

Difficult thing to do - for you and I - to anticipate the stock requirements for an Aberdeen-based shop selling AFC merchandise. Shouldn't be difficult for them, though. There was a club shoppie in Bridge street when I was a loon. Idiots. And sell the rejection, you fat middle-aged cow. (I'm guessing they are fat and middle-aged. Sex starved too, I'd wager). Politeness costs nothing. Then again, they probably hate themselves so it is no surprise they hate their jobs and hate the punters. Bin the bitches, I say.

Are they the opposite? How bad are they? "What the fuck do you want" bad, or spit in your face and try to ram a pool cue up your arse bad?

You expect too much of me.

Excellent. One LOL each from Bilbington and sloe slinger for me today. It's the rest of you cunts that are slacking.

Every environment needs a villain. It assists the bonding process, apparently. Looks like you've been it, adam's apple liquer, in my absence. Rest easy now.

Speaking in terms of a clique on an internet chat forum suggests paranoia. Now don't go mental, just listen for a change. It is impossible to maintain a clique on an open forum, whether or not your perception of one existing, is correct. The reason is, that you can challenge anymuthafuckingthing that anymuthafuckingone says, clean as you like, in posting your stuff. Perhaps you covet belonging. I said "perhaps" - I fucking told you to listen - but I recommend not belonging. It's far more liberating. Should you be a coveter of acceptance, don't be alarmed, it's quite natural, and dates back centuries, being tribalist. And should you be a happy outsider, up your game and fucking show "them". Your voice can not be drowned. The format guarantees free speech. Until the mods step in. But who wants to converse in an environment of censorship? Fucking idiots, that's who. You said a week. I say an hour.

Just out of morbid curiousity, what is the origin of the distaste between you two that has led to personal bickering on an impersonal forum? I bet therein lies a good story! Don't tell me that you've forgotten, having been engaged in, and engorged by, too much internet-hate for too long? The spat between fatsgaffe and one of my rockets on hat is one who's very origin is cystal clear to me. Wonder if he recalls?

You are a veritable cocktail of conundrums, cocktail-man. Mine's a pint of heavy. Hey. Cunt. Are your lugs painted on? I said... PINT OF HEAVY Delivered at same emphatic decibel-level as the bad man who requested coffee in Jim Stall's diner in The History of Violence, the highlight of a distinctly average film. But you continue to entertain, cocktail-concocter. The "Don't you have a shift you need to be doing" was a classic. Don't take it personally.

That example is more lawn-like than deck-like. Lets have a sit doon and think about it. Apart from the fat bastard who will fall through the canvas.

My small one was in Lapland with her mother a week past Saturday. Santa was very real, and we have pictures to prove it. On the somersault definition, it is quite apparent that you and I, slippery nipple maker, consider a somersault to involve the feet not touching the ground. The dictionary research done by the hobbity man might suggest that we are mistaken. Personally, I couldn't be arsed looking it up.

First LOL of the day. Well done. You picked it up... he said pretending that it was deliberate, having got it right two posts above, thereby maintaining self-delusion that he doesn't make silly mistakes, the state of error-freeness being the most important indicator of the superiority he thinks that he has.

Much as it pains me to lend support to any virtual being, and you in particular, slinger of the sloe berries, I wish to record my support for your view. Bastard.