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Wednesday, February 27, 2008

"Fucksake, is that an earthquake? better phone The Guardian!

posted by timesnewroman at 7:02 AM

Sunday, February 17, 2008

I tortured myself, whether to go to the game, knowing full well how badly we have been playing of recent and knowing full well we were likely to get gubbed. As the time came to say yes or no I took leave of my senses, grabbed the season ticket, hat, scarf and was on my merry way. As the opening whistle blew I knew I had made the right decision. It felt right, the anticipation the belief was right there, the smells, the buzz even although it was 2 O' clock on a Sunday it still felt like 3 O' clock on a Saturday and it was a good feeling to know.

We played well kept a lot of the ball, actually didn't really feel any threat, even when they scored (marginally offside) but the decisions were absolutely unfuckingbelievable. This arsewipe really is the mother of all huns. Minister of the Christian Religion indeed Mike, by that I'm sure you mean proddisant!

Despite the result I'm glad I went. We played the better football, we were the more creative, frankly R*ngers were shite.

Kris Boyd, too was shite, funny thing was all the sort of shite diving he used to get booked for when he played for Killie, he now seems to get away with, funny that. He's still a flash git too, I saw this sleek black Audi R8 with the number plate B1YDY and new right away it was his. Anyway he's so flash he takes 2 parking spaces to himself at Tesco in Ayr. Probably in for his cairry oot!

*Poco

Labels: I love football

posted by timesnewroman at 4:30 PM

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Thursday, February 14, 2008

Ooops

I loved this. Came the day after I received an email from the Borders and Immigration Agency, advising that I could get the publication I was looking for copies of in the Office of Public Information website. This was the first place we looked a week ago and couldn't find it. We phoned they told us to phone BIA, we did they gave us another number who gave us a number (for BIA). I emailed House of Commons Info with their Reference Number and Title and asked where I could get copies. They passed my enquiry on to BIA who got back to me yesterday advising I could get it via the Office of Public Information (the first place we looked) or from TSO We tried we couldn't find it, we gave up and printed 20 copies from the PDF.

Labels: Burearocracy

posted by timesnewroman at 6:58 AM

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Sunday, February 03, 2008

Imagine

Imagine if you will, Puskas, Pele, Platini, Maradona, Cruyff, Zidane, Best all rolled into one. If they could could play guitar as well as they play football they may sound as good as Preston Reed. He stopped by and played an incredible, intimate gig to a handful of people in the HAC in Irvine last night. 1 Man 6 guitars and sometimes it seemed like he was playing all of them at the same time. Absolutely awesome unforgettable and he hung around at the end, chatted to folks and signed stuff. What a truly memorable evening. Football, Pah!

Labels: Wonderful

posted by timesnewroman at 9:37 AM

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Saturday, February 02, 2008

FOR SALE - LUCKY PANTS!

I could have used my season ticket and gone to see my team in a Scottish Cup game, sat out in the freezing damp cold, but having done this recently I decided against it. I could have watched it on telly, but I chose to assist in the laying of our new kitchen and hall floors. Good call I must say, I hate football.

On a brighter note I have found hippie paradise! Its here.

Labels: I hate football

posted by timesnewroman at 6:59 PM

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