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Lucky Number Slevin (2006) Was just on Film 4. It's the 2nd time I've saw it and it really is a fantastic film. 9/10

Pay It Forward (2000) "Young Trevor McKinney, troubled by his mother's alcoholism and fears of his abusive but absent father, is caught up by an intriguing assignment from his new social studies teacher, Mr. Simonet. The assignment: think of something to change the world and put it into action. Trevor conjures the notion of paying a favor not back, but forward--repaying good deeds not with payback, but with new good deeds done to three new people. Trevor's efforts to make good on his idea bring a revolution not only in the lives of himself, his mother and his physically and emotionally scarred teacher, but in those of an ever-widening circle of people completely unknown to him." I wasn't really sure what I would make of it before I watched it but I was impressed and it exceeded my expectations. 9/10 The Reader (2008) "THE READER opens in post-WWII Germany when teenager Michael Berg becomes ill and is helped home by Hanna, a stranger twice his age. Michael recovers from scarlet fever and seeks out Hanna to thank her. The two are quickly drawn into a passionate but secretive affair. Michael discovers that Hanna loves being read to and their physical relationship deepens. Hanna is enthralled as Michael reads to her from "The Odyssey," "Huck Finn" and "The Lady with the Little Dog." Despite their intense bond, Hanna mysteriously disappears one day and Michael is left confused and heartbroken. Eight years later, while Michael is a law student observing the Nazi war crime trials, he is stunned to find Hanna back in his life - this time as a defendant in the courtroom. As Hanna's past is revealed, Michael uncovers a deep secret that will impact both of their lives. THE READER is a story about truth and reconciliation, about how one generation comes to terms with the crimes of another." I had quite high hopes for this movie but I was let down. It was quite boring. 5/10

Kung Fu Panda It was just on BBC1 and the first time I seen it since it came out in the cinema and I forgot what it was like, but it's really good! Much better than what I was expecting. 9/10

Hi Keith I don't think the club will mind me sharing this seeing as the info is readily available on eBay history however Since the first item in mid August we have put up 30 items and taken £2,392. Averaging around £80 per item. Almost all for profit barring some shirts at cost price. All profits go into Falkirk FC.

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You are indeed blessed to have so many scarves. Our Lord Jesus loves you very much. What you don't want for Christmas is sadness in the heart of any little child, for they, indeed, are the future.

We understand.

VikingTon, after watching Colin Stewart's heroics on Saturday.

^^^^ morton

Drinking pints in clubs is weird.

Just wanted to post my condolonces on the untimely passing of Campbell Christie. Of course his connections to Falkirk were well known, but not only was he committed to your football club, he as I'm sure you'll all know was an extremely popular figure within our area in regard to other commitments, particularly within the local health service. His passing is saddening. My thoughts are with his family and all at FFC.

and father ted did as well

without my clique i get completely lost

I have. The exit is at the front of the shop. I hope that helps next time you're stuck.

Two and a half hours to complete a hospital appointment. Add that to the fact that half an hour in I overheard one keelie nurse say to another at two o'clock 'that's us hauf an oor ahint, just seein the twinty past yin appointments noo!' despite the fact that she'd told us we'd be seen quickly because the clinic didn't open until half past one. So I decide to leave the wife waiting and go to Morrisons so we'd make it back home for the boy coming in from school. I rush round getting what was needed and get to the checkout. The till operator was a dead ringer for Zelda from the Terrahawks and was busy having a chat with the woman she had just served, including pointing out where she could have got items on her receipt cheaper. Not content to be the ugliest woman this side of Saturn, she was also a mouth breather. Magnificent. By the time she was having the same chat with the next woman in the queue (who was a pensioner, more of her later) the guy behind me asked her politely if she could hurry up. She shot him a look like he was a doad of shite she'd just stood in and continued chatting. Initially I thought she was aiming the look at me, but she was actually cross-eyed so I assume I just got the lazy eye. So, to the pensioner. Why is it that pensioners wait until the very moment they are asked for money at a till to stare into middle distance as though remembering their first ride in an air raid shelter in Saltcoats in 1940? This wizened old goat moved at a pace that would make an overfed snail blush, and by the time she'd fumbled around for her bag, unzipped it, fumbled again for her purse, opened it, examined every bank note like it was the first she'd ever set eyes on and actually handed over the cash, I was almost dry of the water that was dripping off me from the ice age that had just ended. Next I'm returning to Crosshouse to pick up the wife. I come off the roundabout entering the hospital and the woman in a Renault in front of me stops at the exit of the roundabout, blocking the whole road. Just stops mind, not indicating or anything. So I'm sat behind her, almost blocking the whole roundabout. About two minutes pass (by which time there are cars behind me and traffic is at a standstill) and I'm on the verge of ramming the back end of her French pile of shite when I notice this geriatric with a stick that can barely walk waving at her. She waves back and I'm thinking 'surely not...?' But yes. Yes indeed. The Renault woman had stopped the entire traffic flow at a major hospital to pick up her relative. The crucial point is: she was TWENTY YARDS from the turning into the designated pick up point, where there is a gigantic sign with the helpful words 'Pick Up Point' emblazoned upon, along with an equally helpful (if not more so!) arrow pointing towards the pick up point. TWENTY FUCKING YARDS!! To cap it all off with a steaming crown of dripping turds, the old woman had to come FROM THE PICK UP POINT out into the road to get in her rusty pile of stupidly-shaped Eurobanger. I swear, one day I am going to go John Goodman in The Big Lebowski on one of these ignorant fucking underclass mouth-breathing scumballs. Let's see how smug you are about bringing traffic to a standstill when I'm banging the fucking panels of your Clampitt Crapmobile in with a fucking bat, cunto. That was my Thursday afternoon.

On tonight's panel we have; Iain Duncan Smith, Gloria De Perio, Jo Swinson, Julian Fellowes and of course, the wonderful Nigel Farage.

I'm not busy at all right now, but I'm still not reposting it. Oh, and I reckon God actually hates her and that is why he gave her a dog that would die before her 5th birthday and a mother that would name her "Meredith".

Johnny English Reborn - 8/10 Very funny.

Baby Harry was born at 9.47am today weighing in at a whopping 8lb 4oz. Cracking grip on the boy and a decent head of hair (shame the same can't be said about me). Charlie is a bit unsure of what to make of him, but did give him a kiss and said he loved him. Both mum and Harry doing well, left them about an hour ago.

Not strictly 'horrific', but the boy on the right must be related to Gary Harkins...

Incorrect. A teuchter is anyone living northwards of the Queen Street Tunnel.

I can think of at least 20 people who the stands should be named after before Campbell Christie. What did he ACTUALLY do?