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Rangers v Morton match preview for tomorrow: http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/38871566 We're fourth. It was 1988. 13 + 1 + 2 = 16. Rangers have won 12, not 13.

Snap. In 2014 after one particularly horrendous shift which included me being threatened with numerous stabbings I decided I was chucking my shitey pub job. I was quite happy and took an equally shitty office job, but the hours were better and the pay was much better. A few months into it an abscess I had issues with for many a year flared up and after taking a pretty brutal kick to the tail bone during a game of fives the abscess ballooned. It was like a tennis ball sticking out of my back. I ended up getting surgery within a week which resulted in months out of work. At first my new employers were alright with it. My wages went down as a result and daft arse here ended up in debt to try and offset the balance. As soon as I had the operation the depression set in (I've been depressed since I was around 15) and I just went into my shell. I don't deal well with inactivity, and I hate being out of work. My girlfriend and I split up due to me not telling her about the hole I got myself into with the debt, and sure enough I was back at my old shitey pub job under the illusion that when one member of staff left (he was actively looking) I would get his managers gig. I didn't. Still, I wasn't working and was unable to go back to office work due to my back, but I needed the job. The operation didn't work and I was given a follow up appointment 6 months down the line. Working again helped me get back to my usual self, and my girlfriend and I sorted things out. Everything was good and out of the blue she was pregnant, which considering the circumstances should have been almost impossible. It was a good thing. Fast forward to March last year and I was looking at my life. I was 29, quickly approaching 30 working a shite job for shite pay and seemingly in the rut I was in for the previous 6 years. "At least you have a wage coming in", I kept telling myself. I had had enough and made some plans. A friend of mine lost his Dad and the funeral was going to be full of people I had lost touch with during my dodgy phase the previous year. I was at my lowest point and genuinely couldn't see how I could be a positive influence on a child. He would be better off having met me, as far as I was concerned. At least I couldn't disappoint him like I have everyone else. The day of the funeral came and I had everything I needed. I was on a few prescriptions for my back and anti-depressants. I got nice and pissed, enjoyed the company of people I had missed and said my goodbyes. I went to my mums house as I knew she wouldn't be there (her and her partner have different houses. Living the dream) so I loaded up and went to sleep. Over 50 pills I counted as I washed them down 10 at a time. Then I woke up. My alarm was set for work. I looked around and then it really hit home. I fucking fucked it. Again. I even fucked this up. I went to the shop to get fags then headed home before getting ready for work then I started to feel funny. Obviously what I had taken was still working away in the background and I was in a considerable amount of pain. I worked up the courage and called a few people. Told my mate I wouldn't be at work to see if he could sort cover and let him know what happened. I let my mum know. I was in hospital for a few days on a drip then was let out. My girlfriend came to hospital on the second day when she found out what happened. We went home and I still felt awful, terrible for her, and very embarrassed. Soon I started to feel a bit better, but this was really only because my son was due imminently. When he was born it helped mask some feelings, but they were all still there. They still are. The only difference is I won't act on them now (as far as I can tell, anyway) because I can see he does benefit from having me. My girlfriend and I split up last year. It was my doing. It wasn't working and I didn't want to raise him in an atmosphere which could become toxic. When I was ready to go back to work I made the calls and was put on the next rota. Then I was taken off it. I still don't have any explanation but I had other things to worry about. The abscess was back again. I had moved into my mums house because she is rarely there, but being 30 years old living in the bedroom you spent your teenage years in is depressing in itself. I spent my 30th birthday alone. I had my pre-op that day, so that helped. I was then booked in for surgery a few days later. The op was successful and there are no further problems other than a massive scar on my back and nerve endings damaged, so my lower back is numb. Except under the skin. I can feel the itch but can't get to it. I'm still not working. Still feel absolutely awful and have been referred by my GP for a few things. I need out of this house and my own place, but financially that just simply isn't possible. My ex girlfriend and I are on good terms now and I can't honestly rule anything in or out in that department. I see my son every day and am always welcome to have him overnight. It doesn't change the fact that everything is still shite. I only speak to a few people now. Maybe 4 or 5 friends in total other than the odd Twitter interaction. I sacked Facebook because someone at my old job couldn't keep their mouth shut and within a few days of my "incident" every customer in the fucking pub knew about it. I was getting texts from punters asking what happened. I mean, fuck sake. Come on. I quite like closing off my social circle although I know it won't last. I have a stag do later this year with the wedding following it, at which I'll be the best man. I can't exactly not go. So I know I will see these people, but I'm very happy not seeing them right now. I'm not entirely sure what this post is going to achieve, but there you go. It's out there. Maybe it's just a Clyde thing.

I'm not really into the bible but I don't think that was a direct quote.

That tape needs rewinding. Used to piss me off when folk wouldn't wind tapes back to the start when they were finished with them.

It wasn't a ban. He just had his posting rights revoked.

Feels a bit insensitive posting it straight after my above post but less insensitive had I put it in the same post I think. Came in to see my missus had inadvertently dressed Aila as a fecking Minion:-

The lads, in a rare moment of calm being big photogenic b*****ds. Sid on the top and Binx underneath.

A few of the younger folks at work didn't know what this was.

As a bairn, my dad would pour the can into a pint glass and i'd be allowed to have the froth off the top. All the time vowing to myself that I'd end up with a bird of no lesser standard than those on the back of the cans. alcohol fuelled dreams that still delude me 40 years later...

Happy new year, everyone. I was one of the few to support the appointment of Locke - and while something not working out doesn't necessarily mean it was a bad appointment, I wouldn't press the point. It seems I was wrong and nearly everyone else was right. Fair cop. I don't really believe in sacking managers but I can't really argue with this one. From the outside it's all looked pretty unimpressive, from the kid-in-a-sweetie-shop signing policy, to the lack of any sort of cohesion on the pitch - as well as one I two things I heard about Locke off-field which didn't endear him to me. (However, despite them having got that appointment wrong, I don't agree with or accept most of the criticism of Drysdale or the board that's been floating about.) We move on. Hughes seems like a sensible enough short-term appointment, of the options available. We still have enough in us to stay up, which is now the limit of our ambition for the rest of the season.

Go pile the misery on at ibrox it's your duty now lol

Wilson Pickett - In The Midnight Hour

Jackie Wilson - Higher And Higher

I've always been extremely careful to separate my own opinions with any other person. Footballlers read these forums so I'm sure if I had said anything that footballers didn't agree with I would be told not to. All posts on anything Raith is in main my opinion and not any players. It's not my issue that they have a massive prospect that loves that club and what they have done for him. Unlike your club who sacked and made redundant lots of hard working chaps.

Primal Scream - Higher Than The Sun

Imagine Rangers died (again) on the day of a Yes vote. Two justified wanks before breakfast

I have had a great week,i have not let things get to me and just went into work and thought FUCK IT.My wife has been amazing with me and just holding me at night when I feel down.

Single @ 60/1 Potential returns: £122.00 £2.00 FT Jordan Rhodes to score first and Sheffield Wednesday to win 3-0 @ 60/1 Scorecast Boost Sheffield Wednesday v Birmingham (FT 3v0) SHE 3 - 0 BIR Jordan Rhodes (9) Sam Winnall (80) Adam Reach (86)

I don't agree that "we were never..." I didn't feel confident in the summer, but the signing of Dobbie made me more hopeful. Six or seven weeks in, a top 4 finish hardly looked like a fanciful ambition and anyone suggesting it was, is lying. The way it's unfolded, 5th would be fine. Looking to make 4th has hardly been outrageous at points though.

Finally, a version of Robot Wars that I can get on board with! My BFTP is Tweed perfume. My gran used to wear it - my mum would have me buy a bottle for her birthday/Christmas - and (until recently) I don't think I'd smelled it since she died about twenty-five years ago. Someone wearing it walked past me a few months back, and it was like a smack in the face - suddenly I was a kid again, and the feelings and memories that swept over me were overwhelming. Absolutely incredible how long-dormant parts of the brain can be accessed just by something as simple as a scent.

Don't apologise for your good news. Miscarriages are horrendous - one of my step daughters had one 18 months or so ago. She just said it wasn't meant to be. I know a chap whose wife lost twins just before Christmas.

You'll get it in a couple weeks too, you inbred Fife tramp.

Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers : You Got Lucky

People talk about Scotland shitting it when they should win. If you want to see a team shite it you don't have to look much further than Wales today. That was pathetic.

Stuart Hogg would've scored that...

You'll remember the red triangle "special discretion required" films then? Usually European filth art house.

Yes, as the 100,000 people who witnessed me search for it on Google will testify. Except for Rab Douglas. He had his eyes shut the whole time.

King Crimson - 21st Century Schizoid Man

I'm not a fan of Wales to be honest. If the second half could be restricted to one unconverted England try which would result in a draw, that'd be tremendous. *edit* I also had to look up the definition of servile. It seems accurate.

That's a "As soon as you're gone I'm taking a shit in this bath" look if ever I've saw one

I offered him a fiver and a wank, but he wasn't having it.

I made a cake. Mumsnet for this pish..

THIS IS A GUN!

There was a brief fad back in the mid 80s for coca cola yoyos. They were everywhere for a couple of months then just disappeared.

Just rewatched that final. Absolutely beautiful!

You know what pissed me off the most about Obama? The Americans go on about the land of the free and Independence but he had the cheek to butt in and tell Scotland to reject the very thing the USA wank themselves into a frenzy over. Cunts. We are a smaller lapdog for the main lapdogs of the USA to throw a bone too once in a while, although not for much longer now. A couple of things make me smile and think you know what I'm proud we achieved that together, the way we came together and stuffed the Nazis (twice), the NHS, back when we were seriously equal partners. If it was a marriage we would have split up in the 70's. It's gone on for 50 years too long. If the UK were all Independent nations now would we all vote to join a Union in this day and age? Would we f'ck.

Had it in a 60p lucky 15 with thou swell at 25/1 with 2 beat favs, typical, still paid £193.80

He was looking for his magic hat.

If he does get the job I'll personally drop him off at Murray Park. And I don't even drive.

This is Tango's big chance. I hope for his sake he gets it. I hope for our sake that his time spent touring European centres of excellence hasn't cured his ineptitude.

Sevco - the gift that keeps on giving.

FTFY

Feel a bit downbeat posting this after reading Slippery and PBs troubles, but we are due on the 24th May and had another scan today that went well. Being a second child myself I was adamant that our 2nd wouldn't get any hand-me-downs. But after spending almost a grand on the first pram that was used for about 18 months, I brought it out of storage to give it a run over with a chamois.

Thanks fella. Today was tough but my wife was brilliant - as were the NHS staff. Just glad to get her home tonight. I've not had a beer in a few weeks but I'm half way through my first can. I need it.