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I don't think anyone voted for them thinking "what a lot of bottle I've shown". They just saw a twat and named them. There's nothing inherently worthy about railing against a consensus. If some quarterwit says there's no gravity or that apartheid wasn't all that bad they get the pish ripped out of them. Rightly. You only defend such instances because you perceive them as a thorn in the side of some imaginary liberal bogeyman that the rest of us supposedly represent. And, lest we forget, if the consensus here n P&B is as "narrow" as you'd have it, then it's presumably not representative of wider society as a whole, and by your own standards you should be lauding us for not being the Sun & Daily Mail-reading mouth-breathers that get elections won in the UK. I look forward to receiving your plaudits.

At 23rd with 14 points and 1 first place vote is someone very, very familiar to this thread already. "comes across as a boorish, pompous, tartan clad thicko" "Basically yer da on the football forum. A lesser Grimbo." "I'm a Thistle & Scotland fan and pro Scottish independence. So is this guy, so we should be good, right? Wrong. A petty nationalistic simpleton who by his posts on this thread is dying to be involved, so let's make his wish come true." "Basically same reasons as Fide, but without the beating cancer bit. Would happily risk the Scottish parliament in an "all or nothing" vote for independence." I was recently appalled to learn that this poster is a grown man with children. The start of my time on P&B saw a fevered summer with the independence referendum coming up and truly there have been none as counter-productive to that particular cause as @John Lambies Doos. Everything comes back to that one fact, no matter the subject. Either that or Scotland. Anything that's Scottish gets his support, anything vaguely anti-independence gets his scorn. I'd say it's hard for me to criticise him compared to other entrants given his sentiments are in completely the right place on the subject, but it isn't, purely owing to how boring, repetitive and thick he actually sounds. Anyone who's fond of the word "fukn" on the internet is obviously a simpleton, to see it employed so consistently on a single issue really compounds the issue. Maybe his heart is in the right place, but his usual posts on P&B are barely worth reading and his performance on this thread absolutely justifies his inclusion. That picture above is the first result when you google "yer da," and really, get yer da aff the internet, he's making a tit of himself again. Rather than a specific incident or incidents JLD is a prime example of someone who is all bad, all the time. I'm sure John Lambie and his pigeons would be appalled.

By popular demand (and excellent, and luckily, plentiful supply) the Tennents Lager Appreciation society is born. As had been touched upon various times across various threads, it’s somewhat ‘in’ or ‘cool’ to dislike Tennents. Well good, those fuckwits can f**k off and good people like us will swally the swally of true heroes. In most pubs, usually cheaper than other lagers on the tap and almost always the best selling, the choice of the thinking man is tennents. Feel free to add your homages, negativity is neither wanted nor welcome.

It's fucking howling.

That's incredibly unfair, IMO. The women you're talking about have suffered unimaginably traumatic experiences, the likes of which will generally leave them: a) feeling internally vulnerable, cheap, dirty, ashamed, weak (these are all words the women in question used), etc; and b) fearful of either destruction of their lives (careers, public image, financial stability...all a lot more important than you're giving credence to), or escalation of abuse. Neither of those feelings are precursors to taking on one of the most powerful men in not only their chosen profession, but the entirety of the United States, a man who had already gone a long way to destroying their lives and could do much, much worse. There should be no blame on anyone other than Weinstein in this case, victim blaming is rarely (if ever) appropriate, and certainly isn't in this instance.

I was sexually harassed by a transgender, gay, black woman. She chased me all round the office in her wheelchair.

Tom Rush - Wasn't That A Mighty Storm

Them - Stormy Monday

John Lambies Da

King Crimson - Moonchild

Genesis - Dancing With The Moonlit Knight

Weather Girls - It’s Rainin’ Men

Friday's quiz: http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/mind-games/quiz?quizId=7923&sectionId=1 Monday - 10/10 Tuesday - 10/10 Wednesday - 10/10 Thursday - 10/10 Friday - 10/10

Santana - Riders On The Storm

New Riders Of The Purple Sage : The Last Lonely Eagle

Richard Thompson - The New St. George

T-Rex - New York City

Its so bad it almost makes the Juniors forum look relatively normal. Just let that sink in...

And there is the problem. The gimmick is fine. It suits. They are a pair of big hosses (though Harper is a lot more skilled than your run of the mill hoss) and should be booked as such. The problem is that fucking name. Folk say 'War Machine' and it sounds intimidating... Like a team you should take seriously. Say 'here come the Bludgeon Brothers' and no one is going to take them seriously. Imagine if Kane debuted with the fire, mask, flames and immense music and JR was screaming 'Bah Gawd, that has to be him, that has to be Percy'

Otis Redding - Dock Of The Bay

Any place that flogs Fosters over Tennents should be closed. There is a reason you get a decent deal from the brewery for Fosters, its fucking rank.

All About Eve - Marthas Harbour

Here's simple fact that the Brexiteers either don't understand or are determined to ignore. The other EU countries are heavily committed to the concept; they want to strengthen it including an EU defence force. Regardless of what they say it is absolutely essential that Brexit is a disaster for the UK, a successful Brexit could be the death knell of the EU and would be a huge encouragement to anti-EU opposition leaders in all the other countries. The existing pro-EU governments will not let that happen. Though they may wish to mitigate the worst effects for their own respective economies, the political leaders of these countries will accept a reasonably high level of pain as they will view the longer term goals as more important.

Anyone who doesn’t like tennants is an enemy of this nation and an outright terrorist.

Free Lesbyterian

T.Rex - Crimson Moon

Played football with John Black only 3 weeks ago; in a pishy Sunday league friendly albeit but you could tell he was pretty much head and shoulders above everyone else. Pure shite state of affairs that something like this is happening to the lad, and his family. Hope he recovers as best as he can.

Without looking at the username and before I got to the end I just assumed it was 'Jagfox incoming' time

A cracking article from Neil Collins..... When a dream becomes a nightmare “Today, ladies and gentleman, I am going to talk about something very close to my heart.” That was the opening of a speech to my class at school when I was 11 years old. 23 years later and I am again going to write about the very same subject which remains close to my heart — Kilmarnock Football Club. It’s the oldest professional football club in Scotland, born in 1869, and as the label on every bottle of whisky manufactured in the town would portray, “still going strong” or as many would currently suggest – is it? I grew up in Ayrshire, Scotland and despite living in close proximity to two local professional teams I was surrounded by fans of Rangers and Celtic. That’s unfortunately par for the course in Scotland. Despite supporting my hometown club I was in the minority as many of my friends would dream of playing at Parkhead or Ibrox whilst my dream growing up was to pull on the famous blue and white stripes of my boyhood heroes. It consumed my thoughts on a daily basis. My Primary 3 report card read, “Neill’s mind is sometimes at Rugby Park and not in the class room.” This was a very astute observation from my teacher as there is no question this was certainly the case. People from my small coastal town will remember me as the wee boy who ran around playing football with the Killie strip never off my back. During the week I would try to replicate my idols at the local playing field and on a Saturday my Dad would take me to watch them in action. Home or away, we would be in the terraces cheering on our team, the Killie boys. When I first started watching Killie they were in Scottish Second Division and struggling. One of my first recollections was watching a disastrous defeat away to lowly East Stirling and witnessing the fans go ballistic after the final whistle, my Dad included, as they demanded change. Things got better quickly thanks in huge part to my boyhood hero, Tommy Burns. First as a player, then as a manager, Tommy dragged the club back to where they belonged in the Scottish Premier Division. As the club stirred and made its way back up the divisions, my love affair hit an all-time high. Rugby Park was regularly packed and crackling with atmosphere. For years the average attendance was well over 8,000, including the years spent in the lower divisions. The club was on the up and everyone knew it. We were constantly featured on the TV or radio. There was a buzz around the club and in the town. We may not have been winning trophies on a regular basis like the Old Firm, but the highs far outweighed the lows. I have too many great memories of following Killie during that era to list them all, but there are some moments I have to mention. Beating Ayr Utd on New Year’s Day at Somerset Park regularly, Bobby Williamson’s winning goal at Ibrox, surviving relegation on the last day of the season at Easter Road and then winning the Scottish Cup for the third time in the clubs’ illustrious history. I watched all of this as a fan on a Saturday and on weekdays, as I sat in a class room probably bored out of my mind, my thoughts would drift and before I knew it I was running out of the smallest tunnel in Scottish football, possibly the world and onto the beautiful grass pitch at Rugby Park. For years, Kilmarnock were renowned for having one of the best playing surfaces in British football. I remember watching the players spray passes across the field effortlessly during the warm up and I yearned to be out there on such a glorious pitch. There was even something about the green pitch especially under the lights that made those blue and white striped jerseys look even more special. Would I ever be able to kick the ball like that, I wondered? My daydream would always end with me scoring a last minute winner and turning to celebrate in front of a packed East Stand. My Dad and all my fellow Killie fans that I had stood beside home and away, looking on and reveling in the fact that one of their own was living the dream. While this was a daydream, I did everything within my power to try and make it a reality. Unfortunately, my affection was not reciprocated. Killie released me as a 14-year old from their youth team in the most unceremonious manner and then passed up the opportunity to sign me again after a trial period when I left Dumbarton before signing for Sunderland. I never got to live my dream of playing for Kilmarnock, but I instead enjoyed playing and scoring match-winning goals in England for Wolves, Sunderland and Sheffield United. Despite breaking my heart twice, it has never dampened my love for the club. It was just business. It’s as plain and simple as that. In football we all know the way it works — a coach either fancies you or they don’t. If anything, the rejection fueled my desire to prove people wrong. I always thought the chance to wear a Killie jersey would come again but as I watch from afar, I can see that my dream as a school boy is no longer a possibility. The bottom line is my dearest wife would have something very serious to say about our family leaving the sunshine of Florida for the wind and rain of the west coast of Scotland to join a club where the whole culture and environment I enjoyed so much has been sadly eroded over the years. No longer is the walk down Rugby Road bustling with thousands of fans strolling up to the stadium in expectant mood and in fine voice belting out “Tommy Burns Blue and White Army.” Now the stadium is embarrassingly empty with little or no atmosphere. When I watch any live games or highlights on TV, it looks like a mid-week reserve game with only a few lonely souls plus friends and family in the crowd. Voices can be heard echoing around the stadium. Long gone are the days of a packed stand to run and share the exhilarating rush off a last-minute winner with. To add to the apathy and lethargy that surrounds the club, the power brokers have also introduced an artificial pitch. Instead of the beautiful green grass that used to be the envy of many, it has been replaced with a “state of the art” heap of rubbish. As if the product being served up right now is not bad enough, the people “in the know” have managed to make it worse. As a professional player who, since arriving in America, has had to play on various different artificial surfaces, I can tell you categorically that it does not make for better entertainment for the fans, and, at the end of the day, is the game not all about the fans. It is like playing a different sport! One of the main reasons I came to play for the Tampa Bay Rowdies is the glorious grass pitch we get to play on every other week. The surface always allows us to pass the ball quickly and crisply. Our attacking players can dribble and commit defenders at will as the ball glides along the surface. Is this not what fans want to watch? Teams have struggled to cope with our incisive football at home as we have enjoyed a fabulous record of 11 victories, 4 draws and 1 defeat. Compare this to Kilmarnock’s recent home record, which is abysmal to say the least. Killie currently sit bottom of the SPL on three points after eight matches and have sacked their manager who was only appointed in the summer. After years of dodging relegation almost by default, I fear this year we won’t be so lucky. Everything associated with the club right now is negative. Every journalist or pundit is lining up to take a shot at the board, coaching staff or players. I cannot remember the last time I saw a positive news story about our club. Having said that, the club Twitter did post a nice picture of the players attending a cook school recently! Perhaps serving up something better on the pitch would be of more interest to the fans. If anything sums up the state of the club right now, it is the fact that my Dad does not go. He has blue and white blood running through his veins. He once told me when I was a young boy that he would go to watch Killie if they were playing on the moon and I never doubted him. I once remember us both heading through to Edinburgh on a freezing cold school night in the middle of the winter to watch the youth team play in a BP Youth Cup tie against Hearts. That’s not quite the moon, but you get the picture. Whilst my Mum thought for a while we were mad, she quickly realised how much it meant to us and before long both her and my sister joined us. So may I beg the question why is all of this happening? Why are there so many likeminded Killie fans totally disillusioned by the whole club and the way it is run? May I suggest that like most organisations that are failing, the trouble stems from the top? Yes, the club is debt-free and we are grateful for those who helped achieve this. But at what cost? The money men and the leaders (or so-called leaders) of the club strike me as being totally devoid of ideas in terms of what the supporters and the community need and want. Do they really know how to make our club great again and punch way above our weight as the leading provincial club in Scotland? From what I see and hear the clear answer is no. Is it a co-incidence or good luck that a club like Swansea City are where they are, performing way above their station in life on a consistent basis? Or is it the case that a group of clever directors with an excellent vision and knowledge of football have set out to run their club with a distinct ethos, way of playing etc., that everyone throughout the club buys in to and replicates from tea lady through youth teams to the first team? No prizes for the correct answer, so why do Killie not do likewise? Killie is at its lowest ebb for a long, long time but the good thing about a club with such tradition and history and deeply loyal fan base is that it can still be turned around. Not perhaps in time to save our Premier League status this year, but to make sure the club can return at the first time of asking and thrive in the Scottish Premier League again. So what will it take? Firstly, someone in the board room with a plan, a vision, a strategy. Bobby Fleeting was the man responsible for dragging Killie from their doldrums at the bottom of the Scottish Second Division. Right now, I don’t see anybody with the foresight, knowledge or passion for the club striving or capable of doing this. Look at any big club that suffers a fall from grace. Managers get sacked and players get pelters, but the decline starts at the top and this is certainly the case at Killie. Only after things improve at the top will the manager be able to make an inroad to the pitiful home form and overall team performances and results. As I write this, the manager’s job is vacant and I have no idea who would be the correct appointment under this board and with the current playing staff. One thing I do know is they need someone that can relate to the club. It is not a prerequisite that the manager has played for Killie. Tommy Burns had never played for Killie before he signed. He was a Celtic man through and through, but what endeared him to the fans was as soon as he joined he showed an intense passion for our club. He could see instantly the way the fans cared and through his words and actions he was able to inspire them. The new manager must have the character and traits to do this along with charisma, bullishness and passion. The Killie faithful used to sing “There’s only one Tommy Burns.” Unfortunately, they were right, God rest his soul, but if we can find someone with the same characteristics as that man, I have no doubt my great club will rise again.

Maybe comparing it to McDonald's wasn't entirely correct...thinking about it, it's maybe more accurate to say Tennent's is more the Gregg's sausage roll of the beer world. Sometimes you're right in the mood for a couple...they're easy to get a hold of and they almost always hit the spot. Having said that, it's unlikely anybody's going to say that couple of Gregg's sausage rolls they just ate were the best meal they've ever had, and I reckon it's the same with Tennent's...nobody goes away disappointed - nobody's that excited either, but there's something earthy, comforting and ineffably down-home about that first tan of the first pint.

Rush - Tom Sawyer

Brilliant Miguel Fair play

Moving Hearts - The Storm

Some absolutely staggering levels of victim-blaming here, likes.

New Order - Touched By The Hand Of God

The Saints - New Centre Of The Universe

Fixed

The Go-Betweens - Here Comes A City

Was listening to the fallout from the Slovenia game earlier on and I genuinely don’t think I’ve heard anyone thicker than Kris Boyd. ‘Aye but Griffiths wasn’t in the celtic team’ ‘Actually kris he had scored in 3 consecutive games up until the Lithuania game at home’ ‘Aye but he scored those goals last season he’s not on form’ ‘Yes kris but we’re a month into the new season’. He’s so fucking stupid - ehhhh, but errmmmm. Absolute idiot.

http://www.deadlinenews.co.uk/2017/10/11/rory-loy-assured-still-vital-role-play-falkirk-old-dundee-boss-paul-hartley/?platform=hootsuite Hartley talking about getting Loy back to his best and unleashing wee O’Haras ‘eye’ for goal.

I like trying different beers. I love real ales, looked after properly by decent publicans, and I enjoy trips to breweries and beer shops, to buy selections of new (to me) beers. However, I would sooner buy a pint of Tennents than a whole host of other basic lagers that idiots get excited by - mainly down to marketing and an erroneous (and indicative of a tinky upbringing) confusion that a pricepoint = quality. Remember Baltika? Every try-hard was buying that for two years until it became obvious it was another emperor's new clothes pisswater. Peroniand Moretti are fine. But they are Italian Tennents. And priced as such in Italy. Carling, Fosters, XXXX, Carlsberg, Tuborg, etc. All shite. "Brewed in the UK" crap. San Miguel, Staropramen, Stella, Kronenberg etc. You may as well buy a different beer. It doesn't taste the same as it does in Czech, Spain, etc. A cold pint of Tennents is honest and refreshing. And at a relatively low ABV is ideal for a long day out.

Kris Drever And Eamon Coyne : Oot An In Da Harbour

We need to nuke Greenock from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

Martha And The Muffins : Echo Beach

The Beach Boys - Caroline No

I hope the Tim Henman themed room doesn’t end up being the honeymoon suite. No chance of the groom getting past a semi.

“Try German lagers” “try belgian lagers” “try Czech lagers”... Try getting to f**k. Pint of grolsch (which is pish btw) will be a quid more than tennents. My fourth pint is effectively free on the captain T then. And a superior drink as well. As was accurately alluded to. I’ve never recommended a pub or avoided a pub because it does excellent or sub standard European imports. I actively avoid the closest pub to my house as much as possible because the pints are pish and there’s a pub that does an excellent pint of T just a 5 minute (further) walk.

Tennents is ace. Anyone who goes to a pub wanting a lager with notes, hints, body etc frankly deserves to be taken down an alley and taught a severe lesson by big Terry the bouncer. It's fine to dislike it but it shouldn't be mocked or sneered at. People get so swayed by marketing and end up drinking utter pish with a fancy label as they think it reflect well on them.