eastmidswhizzkid wrote:no offence big man -i've a lot of scottish traveller mates who are in no way religious or show any religious affiliation...until it comes to football. you're right - it is a scottish thing and i don't understand it: and that's with me coming from an irish catholic (dad's side) and english protestant (mum's side) background where the faith i was baptised in was traded off against which church they got married in.
Aye it's s**t when that happens!
I blame Mr Blast for causing the confusion over the meaning behind my motives for what I posted above, lets stab him for a change!
100% Jock. Sadly currently exiled just over the English border in Carlisle.
I'm a 100% North Yorkshireman, exiled in the Glesga Gorbals.
You gonna meet up with them lot (posted above) at the gig then
p.s. Are you Celtic/Hibs or Rangers/Hearts
What about [/i]Whitehill Welfare
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
eastmidswhizzkid wrote:no offence big man -i've a lot of scottish traveller mates who are in no way religious or show any religious affiliation...until it comes to football. you're right - it is a scottish thing and i don't understand it: and that's with me coming from an irish catholic (dad's side) and english protestant (mum's side) background where the faith i was baptised in was traded off against which church they got married in.
Aye it's s**t when that happens!
I blame Mr Blast for causing the confusion over the meaning behind my motives for what I posted above, lets stab him for a change!
Well I was handsome and I was strong
And I knew the words to every song.
"Did my singing please you?"
"No! The words you sang were wrong!"
Big Si wrote:
I'm a 100% North Yorkshireman, exiled in the Glesga Gorbals.
You gonna meet up with them lot (posted above) at the gig then
p.s. Are you Celtic/Hibs or Rangers/Hearts
What about [/i]Whitehill Welfare
Forgot about St. Mirren / St. Johnstone / Ross County, and Clyde
The Jags and Morton
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
500 yds, I recon I make it 1000, if you could get a Hibby's face to hit
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
438 was my best and I still have no idea, apart from the footballer bit, who he is, honest!
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
James Blast wrote:
Can we now stop all this 'my Dad's bigger than your Dad sectarian BS?'
there was none of that going on here yon barman...as the above conversation about such things showed. just because this isn't "general chat" doesn't mean that we have to leave our brains at the door
Well I was handsome and I was strong
And I knew the words to every song.
"Did my singing please you?"
"No! The words you sang were wrong!"
Standing at Cartsdyke station at 14 yrs old, with a torrent of nasty, rock (and I dont mean rawk!) looking missiles raining from behind the high walls above.
Glesga will have to be the end, if there are no new tunes.
I think you know my method.
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
James Blast wrote:Glesga will have to be the end, if there are no new tunes.
I think you know my method.
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"
James Blast wrote:Glesga will have to be the end, if there are no new tunes.
I think you know my method.
Ah! the Stab Inn, my favourite pub
@ Don guid tae see the phrase 'Och, dinnae fash yersel, laddie' making a come back
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
Bought my ticket from Tickets Scotland last Monday. I'm going to the shows in Amsterda, Nottingham and my hometown The guy standing behind me was buying some too. Should be a good turn out.
I wonder what Eldritch will make of the glitter ball...
