26th of foot

Gazza 8 asks, "why are her trousers undone"? Frankie had just stuck his tongue in her ear, and promised her a thorough East Lothian thrashing. I must qualify this and in mitigation to Frankie; he also informed her he had a big pot of stovies on the hob. I believe SuBo covered the old Pointer Sisters hit, 'Frankie' in homage to our Admin's 'Hob and Throb' provision.

You are correct. Now that I think of it, I am sure it was Frankie that boasted of his success with the West Lothian monster.

Bluedell, I seem to recall a drunken conversation in the Crowne Plazza hotel 3/4 years past, where you boasted you had shagged SuBo; or maybe it was you were intent on shagging her? Anyways, for the record I wouldn't touch her with Neil Lennon's.

The point of this post is NOT to diminish the gravity of events surrounding Neil Lennon, Paul McBride QC, and Trish Godman MSP last spring. It's more an attempt to highlight that a lack of accuracy in reporting leads to a lack of objectivity. Both broadcast and print media were united in stating that the devices intercepted at various sorting offices were, "viable devices". A viable device is an assembly of explosive(plastique), accelerant, a detonator, detonator cord, detonator fuse, and a means of ignition(mercury, timer, battery, .... etc). I watched last evening's news on BBC Scotland and STV, both reported the anti-terrorism police officer told the court that the first device intercepted contained putty, nails, wires, and a wrist watch. Further, he noted NO DETONATOR and that the wires were NOT fuse or cord. The device in his expert opininon was NOT viable. Today, it's the turn of Kirkintilloch sorting office staff in court as witnesses. Again, the device is decribed as containing nails, wires, a vial of milky fluid, and a watch. The post office's security expert quickly established the device was NON VIABLE because it had NO DETONATOR and no fuse or cord. The device was placed outside until ATO(Amunition Technical Officer) arrived and confirmed the package as NON VIABLE. Thus, where did all these reports of "viable devices" originate from? Again, not to minimise the threats faced by Lennon, McBride, and Godman; however, there has been seriously inaccurate reporting on this story.

I suggest Gersnet issue a letter congratulating Craig Whyte on his foresight and penetrative thought. Well, he lives in a CASTLE.

We need a time line on the Ticketus deal. Considerable speculation at the weekend suggesting the Ticketus deal was concurrent activity with Whyte's due diligence. Further, as I understand it, Whyte initially negotiated 3 years of a tranche of Rangers season tickets for in excess of £18million. I believe this was March/April of last year. The first repayment was due in August, a sum of just under £6million. Whyte could not afford the payment and sold another tranche for a 4th year.

Graham 'Johan' Fyfe was a truly gifted player. Cerebrally, he was a couple of yards ahead, but always a yard off the pace. He had genuine quick feet and played with his head up. It seemed European football suited him better, the slower, more studied pace complimented his game. A couple of wonderful performances against Ajax in the first European Super Cup final and in the Luis Gaspar tourney in the Nou Camp earned him his soubriquet of 'Johan'. My favourite memory of him was Autumn'74, a game at the piggery and we were racked by injury. Our three usual front men were out and Jock Wallace went with Fyfe and Cutty Young up front. They scored first and were 1-0 up at half time. However, we had played really well, another old firm debutant, Ian 'Ted' McDougall had shuttled box to box, Fyfe came short and continually turned, setting Young off on another run at Billy McBungle and Fat Pat McLuskey. We murdered them in the second half. Fyfe came wide right, dragging Fat Pat out with him, McBungle did not know whether to stick or twist. Fyfe rolled the ball into the path of the charging McDougall, he cut in, drifted past Callaghan and hammered a shot from the corner of the 18 yard box. It found the inside of the back post and nestled into the net. Later, another Fyfe run was unsupported and he dragged the ball to the corner flag. Those quick feet saw him jink past two before the ball was bundled over for a corner. Calemero whipped in a peach and big Bomber Jackson bulleted it into the roof of the net. I remember Fyfe running to the Rangers end at the culmination of the game, pumping his fist. We lionised him on the supporters bus all the way back to darkest, deepest Lanarkshire. Amazingly, that game is now remembered as McDougall's game; but it was Graham Fyfe who tormented them.

Maybe the former catalogue model for pyjamas has once again aped his master's latest wheeze? ie Sold off his wine from the bijou vineyard in the lea of Sir David's.

We owe Craig Whyte approx' £0.50 of brass, propellent, and lead.

As stated further down on the thread, Lennon indulged in an inappropriate tweet yesterday. Thus, in Tennants Bar(corner of Byers Road and Highburgh Road) last evening, Lennon assembled(as he does most evenings) with his assistant, Alan Thompson and former objective host of ra Radio Snyde show, Bitter Martin; and he took their advice to throw us a bone. Still, makes a change from Neil atop the moral high ground pointing fingers. Imagine the neck from a man who went into a land deal with Thomas 'Slab' Murphy?

Looking at the past experiences of Administrators at football clubs, I suspect the management team might be released soonest. This is not a comment on how effective the present management team are, or are likely to be in future. Administrators tend to release them because they earn a high wedge. Prepare for John Brown/Neil Murray/Billy Kirkwood taking the team in a fortnight. Anyways, well said Ally. A rallying call of defiance.

Dr Michael Kelly was my Micro Economics lecturer at Strathclyde Uni in the mid-70s. He was also a Baillie(Chaired the Licensing Committee of the then Glasgow District Council). The remuneration for a Senior Lecturer allowed Michael to live with his American wife and five children in a three bedroom flat in one of the side streets off Byers Road. Becoming a Baillie allowed Michael to move to a sandstone villa in an acre of mature woodland in Pollockshields, he remains there to this day. I am sure there is no corrolation with such upward mobility and the authority to guarantee a well known Greek Cypriot Casino chain owner that all his establishments will possess the appropriate late licenses? Michael Kelly and morality is a laughable concept. Matt McMoan is my favourite Yahoo. No Bear should EVER miss an opportunity to patronise him, he should be retained as a pet. At the height of his pomp as a Sellik View columnist, he penned a tome entitled, 'Emotionally Celtic'. If you come across a copy, buy it. The preface is priceless, he opines an apology to all the women he has met and romanced. He could not committ because his true love was always, 'ra Sellik'. I believe Matt to be on his third wife, he was thrown out by his second wife because of the copious amounts of Columbian marching powder going up his nostrils. Thus, on the streets of East Kilbride he was given a home in the rather duce Botanioc Gardens by Graham Spiers. Yep, for several weeks in 2001, Glasgow's oddest of odd couples had a summer of love. I wonder if Graham allowed Matt to finger his organ whilst indulging in a duet of Elton John melodies? We should be told.

I believe the Club's behaviour during Craig Whyte's tenure to be reprehensible. To deduct tax, national insurance, and vat at source and not pass on the monies is immoral. I am assuming that some of our creditors are those companies that have provided services to the club this last decade. You know, Primus, Response Handling, Azure, Carnegie Partnership, Premier Property Group, ........................ etc, all owned by SDM. In that case, good; Karma is a bitch.

I have read and re-read the minutes of all the various fans groups meetings with Craig Whyte. There is a common denominator in that he is quoted as, 'having a plan'. Further, he reproduces a line about Administration not being Plan A, Plan B, or Plan C. Here's the thing about plans, they do NOT survive the first point of contact. You require a hundred actions on ie action on this happening as a result of ...... cause and effect. The key aspect of a successful plan is knowing all the actions on to both maintain and sustain the initiative. I hope I am wrong, sincerely hope; but Craig Whyte does not appear to be a constantly on the front foot player.

On a long drive some fifteen years past, I listened to an earnest Oxford Don tell BBC Radio 4's listenership that Lewis Carroll's imagination was chemically stimulated. The author/creator of Alice, the Snark, and Jabberwocky relied on absynth. Well, if it worked for Lewis, surely it will work for our Craig? Let's chip in to purchase Craig a case of the Green Fairy, the Queen of Hearts will realise she's up against a loaded deck.

Imagine utilising the barely functioning alcoholic, Ian Archer as the basis for another tedious attack on Rangers. Ian was the product of the English Public School system, his accent could cut glass. I will relate two memories of Archer. The first one was Vladikavkaz, I was one of the 39 Bears that follow followed into that particular hell hole. The locals were most friendly and were anxious that you imbibed the local vodka and brew. Archer took full advantage. He appeared at the game after kick-off, did not know if it was New York or New Year. He planked himself on a banch near the front of the stand, got prone and comfortable and drifted into a drunken slumber. He missed the first half, raised himself at half time to gulp from a plastic beaker at his feet, promptly lay down and resumed his slumber. I will remind you the Scottish champions won 2-7. He missed it all, but rallied again near the end. He rolled off the bench and the locals surrounding him moved away holding their collective noses. Archer had crapped himself and the rolling movement had broken the crust. Truly, a shambling apology of t man.

You are correct, our disagreements with Diarmid O'Hara should be restricted to his professional conduct. However, why did Diarmid name his children in the original article? The Barra holiday was a middle class equivilent of your average Yahoo travelling to Plastic Paddyland, Santa Ponsa in Mallorca. Maybe Diarmid felt the need to advertise his credentials? Still, no need for Leggo to extrapolate on this.

The News Editor at BBC Scotland these last few years is Diarmid O'Hara. Monday's NEWS REPORT headlined their flagship news programme, it headlined their sports news, and was reinforced by further exposure and discussion on Newsnicht. All of this based on the word, 'MAY'. Diarmid O'Hara has been self indulgent and in turn has indulged Mark Daly and Chris McLaughlin. I ask, have you ever seen a lead item on a news report programme that contains sinister ambient mood music being played over the worst possible view of the subject(behind a bush on the waste ground of the Hinshelwood estate)?

The content above is interesting and I think I will allow it to mature over the next few days before arriving at a conclusion. The presentation is just as interesting. Tom English, an Irish journo who has satisfied the usual rite of passage by having regular digs at Rangers/Rangers supporters this last decade. More interesting, is that Tom English's biggest bestest mate in Scottish sports journalism is Jim Traynor. Of course, it's Jimbo that has been leading this last week's charge on the Whyte regime. Further, Tom English is a regular guest on BBC Scotland's Saturday football phone-in, hosted by Traynor.

Hhmm, is it a matter of principle Neil? Ah mean your own financial concerns. You entered into a Nothern Ireland land deal with Thomas 'Slab' Murphy that saw you left holding the baby. We are constantly asked to be sympatheTIC to your plight. Financial worries, the five children by four different mothers, the depression, the threats initiated by bigotry, and walking into a land deal with a well known player in PIRA. No wonder Alan Thompson chose to head out with Shagger, having to listen to you and Bitter Martin five nights a week in Tennants Bar.

Bluedell, Offer CPF Fred redemption. Suggest he utilise the spare £10/£20/£30 millions squirrelled(I'm sure he's retained his Sqirrel Account) away in the Caymans/Monaco/Paisley High Street branch to pay off the club's HMRC bill.

I am glad Leggo has turned the spotlight on BBC Scotland's Chris McLaughlin. I watched his report last evening on whether Jelavic jumped or was pushed. He walks towards camera on the Pacific Quay atrium introducing the item. A change of camera angle sees him leaning on the atrium bannister, the camera looks over his shoulder as he peruses his palm pilot. On screen is his Twitter account and he reads off contributions to the debate. There are three takes of the Twitter screen and the 'Hunskelper' contribution is prominent in each. I believe it's more of the same old, same old from BBC Scotland and ChrisBhoy, tell all the mates to look in and see how we stick it up ra Huns this week. You know, it's not just him, those 5-6 shots probably took 30-40 minutes to put together a 2 minute piece to camera. There's a Director, Producer, Editor, ........ etc involved. The sound of stifled giggling must have slowly drifted up the several floors of the atrium.

Initially, Rangers made a fair bit of dosh from the Jumbotrons. At the end of each season, they were dismantled and trucked around the various English cricket test grounds. Wimbledon also utilised them on a number of occasions for Henman Hill. Further, they were set up in central London during Royal weddings/jubilees. They were in poor nick at the end, £15,000 seems a bit steep. Unless of course, you fancy communicating Close Encounters style with the Cleft of Uranus.

Fred and Dave could have a future as the new thumping pumping Stax style duo, a homage to Sam and Dave if you like. I suggest their first single release be : 'Hold On - I'm Gambling'.

Fred and Dave Knighted for Services to Smoke and Mirrors. If fellow Gersnetters feel an inkling of disloyalty in the above and are uncomfortable, I can always offer the alternative : 'Desmond White Sucks Cocks in Hell'. One is as true as the other.