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Maisie Grace was born at 03.17am this morning

Springtime for throbber and P and B. Winter for 8Mile and Grim.

Should I be signing up to the Rovers Development Fund or is it quicker to just donate the money to Rangers directly?

Thank you folks

Mein Dieu!

I read Smith's quotes just to make sure it wasn't overblown tabloid nonsense. It's not, he does say they need to gamble with going into debt to compete with Celtic. He actually says 'people can say what they like about being sensible but...'. Now, a business being in debt is not necessarily a bad thing, sustainable gearing is perfectly legitimate. But we are talking about a club currently relying on soft loans to pay the existing bills. So to suggest that they spend millions on speculative transfers just to satisfy their little pantomime rivalry with their best mates is just lunacy. And I agree with you, 5 years ago the administrators were trying to pull on the heartstrings of everyone with 'Rangers fans just want a team playing at Ibrox to support'. Clearly this is not true.

Get 'em telt Leigh! At's whit ah'm talkin' aboot! His heid would look braw next to ma Monkey Puzzle tree! + bonus Portillo

If this goes on til tomorrow I want it moved to its own thread

Genuinely have to wonder if the board operate in a completely different mindset compared to the fans, and also as well to the general public of Kirkcaldy and the surrounding areas. I'm sure there things us fans would probably empathise if we found out about. I don't think anyone on here would lay claim to be a fountain of knowledge on how to operate a football club. However, the decisions since last May genuinely makes me wonder if they actually have a think through the decision making process and wonder if the fans are completely naive. You can guarantee the situation will be spun as: We couldn't stand in his way. Too big an opportunity (Already used by Locke) It's an example of how important our youth development is: Keep giving us money and Easton can sign more youths. It'll give us an opportunity to free up some budget. In the past two weeks, we've seen Vaughan sign a new contract and go to Dumbarton (while one of mates posting on here say he's not a fan on the manager) and now Bates go to Rangers, seemingly for very little. Other under-20s players brought in like Yaw Osei or Joel Coustrain can't get a sniff in the first team, despite assured performances at development level and even in the first team in the case of the latter. People are rightfully going to ask, if we're bringing youth players through to either sell them to other development teams, put them out on loan, or generally not use them and instead sign veterans from Hearts and play underperforming loanees like McManus (it's no fault of his own, great work ethic but he's not scoring) or Scott Roberts (who's been pretty much awful other than one wondergoal: please don't bother re-signing) . Nobody is under any illusions. We're aware the club is skint. The fact we're having to put out to Hearts fans with a Rudi Skacel love-in Q&A session shows that. It's difficult to maintain a budget and they did very well under McGlynn and even Murray to keep a tight ship. However, there's little to no point in trying to offer ventures if we're going to keep shooting ourselves in the foot. It was exactly the same with the early season tickets. The club were on an absolute brilliant run and they offered a deal for early bird season tickets. We lose McKinnon and we're assured that they've got a list of quality managers lined up. I don't think I've ever been so underwhelmed as when he was appointed. It simply felt like all the good work was put to the side and we just ran with someone without really thinking it through. People will probably think I'm daft and this is all with the benefit of hindsight but a week after Locke was appointed John Hughes left Inverness after prolonged media rumours of falling out with . A man who's managed different top flight clubs and played some attractive football. He's managed five, and the only two that didn't work out were Livi (a shambles of the field to a whole new level) and Hartlepool (who were relegated at the end of the season after he'd came in at the half way point). He's been on record in interviews before saying that despite playing for Falkirk and getting stick he's got a soft spot for Rovers. I'd have been delighted if we'd at least tried to get him in for an interview. Fair enough if it doesn't work out, but it'd be someone with a track record to get the fans sitting up and noticing.

Real problem with this Olaf character is his rigid viewpoint. When things are going well he disappears from sight only to return to his monotonous, repetitive and LAZY posting when the team is struggling. A bell end with little to offer in the way of constructive criticism.

Throlf Harris

Ahem I became a grandpa for the 2nd time today,now that is old.

Throbber might be a jakey pishy alchy, but I don't believe he's a Nazi. He's a good guy. A hero even. I heard he steals from the rich and gives to the poor. He's Throbbin Hood.

"We didn't have any debt before we got into debt"

Stroke of genius, we won that day.

He was already infamous for having an Anne Frank into a sock.

My late dad always said the changes made to Firhill for greyhounds ruined the ground. Before this the main stand (1927) was seated right down to the trackside , and the terracing round the other three sides was in perfect symmetry in a classic rectangular shape - it also went down to the pitch and you could touch the goal nets from behind the goals. To fit in the dug track the pitch was moved yards north (to this day the stand doesn't "match" the pitch with the old players' tunnel and dugouts off centre - indeed the away dugout is on the centre line with the home one at a disadvantage away from the centre line , a quirky relic from bringing in the dugs). The front rows of the main stand seats were removed as it is today. The main and south terracing were also cut back creating a high drop to the pitch , with the north end demolished and replaced with that semi-circular abomination miles from the pitch. All this resulted in an ugly dugs dinner (pun entirely intended) of a stadium with no symmetry. When the greyhounds left matters were a little rectified by eg the south terrace being brought back down to the front as before , and the erection of the shed , but the damage was done. I could rant further re the present day disaster zone at the south end - a grass bank!!! Finally as an diddy/technophobe I can't do the links , but there are a couple of magnificent films on the National Library of Scotland "Moving Image Archive" which show old Firhill from the 1920s - the now well known film of the 1925 Junior Cup Final Saltcoats v St Anthony's + the "Grosvenor Topical News" footage from a local cinema including school sports days at Firhill. The 1925 film shows the previous stand of course, with the schools one showing the the current 1927 stand in it's original glory. Apologies for rambling - great thread .

That'll be the worst thing to have ever happened to Nagasaki.

They all look the same anyway these Greeks

Utter nonsense propaganda propagated by the all-powerful global bookmark producing conglomerates. We're through the looking glass.

Influence is obtained by controlling something that someone else would rather they controlled. The threat of independence has long been the driver towards devolution in Scotland. Likewise the threat of independence, from a Westminster point of view, the diminishing of the UK as an entity is our only bargaining chip, our only influence. Exactly how are we to exact any kind of leverage on Westminster's Brexit deliberations by throwing away that card? How exactly is our position enhanced by basically saying: No matter how bad this deal gets, we'll take it.

Personal injury claim on a <10mph bump. You can tart your no win no fee letter up all you like but I won't be settling. Dicks.

Rangers died.

Walter Smith urging Rangers to go into debt today.

I pulled my headphones out my pocket yesterday and one of the wee rubber earbud bits came off and disappeared when it fell. I had to sit on the train going to and from work with one headphone in. To make matters worse, I've run out of the same size of replacement ones and now have to put up with the soul crushing horror of having mismatched sized earbuds in. Where is my fucking telethon?

What an utterly bizarre twist this has taken.

Bully Wee Stalin.

It's Throbilla the ***

Ooh, I don't know, I quite like jizz.

Throbert Thompson and Jon Zenables

Just watched Grasping the Thistle. Class. Great documentary. John Lambie, what a guy he was, know you lads aren't Dick Campbells biggest fan but he reminds me of a weegie version of him. I was only 8 or 9 but I remember our games against you lads in the second when we came up with you and in the first division, gutted to not see your game up at Gayf on the documentary. Just remember loving the bright red and yellow kits. Anyone know the 3 fans that were interviewed. Loved the Airdrie slagging. "You've got to know yer pigeons"

I should have just googled Nazi beaver......first one the list too.

Throbbing Macht Frei

Got sent a picture at the weekend from the grandson of former player Lawrence Taylor who emigrated to Australia in 1912, he had played in back to back Junior Cup finals with Petershill, losing 1-0 to Burnbank in 1911 after a replay, then being on the winning team in 1912 as Petershill won the cup for the first time beating Denny Hibs 5-0. The pic has Lawrence sitting on the left of the front row and was taken sometime in 1912. The picture was taken at Atlas Park which was Petershill's home ground from 1903 to 1919. It was situated right next to the Atlas Works with the ground at the Edgefauld Road end of the site. I asked his grandson what became of Lawrence in Australia, and it turned out he had been a stonemason and his last job was as a supervisor overseeing the construction of one of the pillars for the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Unfortunately he was injured during the build and would eventually die from complications caused by his injuries a few years later.

Had a fuckbud thing going on with a Greek girl for a while and when she was over on Saturday she was telling me about some guy from Essex she'd met on Tinder. Seemed lovely on the app but they must have matched when he was visiting London and she wasn't keen on seeing someone miles away but he offered to come into London a coupla times and they went on a coupla dates then he invited her to his for the weekend and she went. Said he was nice enough but no spark or that so tried to end it but he started going on about being depressed and how no-one wants to stay with him so she got guilt tripped into another date and he came to hers earlier that week. I advised her just to ghost the p***k as he sounded like a right arsehole (emotional blackmail AND being from Essex) but she insisted on calling him and doing it properly. Sunday night she texts me to say it didn't go well and he was quite angry. This morning she hits me up on facebook to say, as she slept, she had 92 text messages from him giving her dogs abuse and I had a message request from some unknown person She telt me she had mentioned she was sleeping with someone else to him at one point but never said my name, just that I was Scottish, so this jabroni had went through all her Facebook friends looking for the Scottish guy to message. Absolute melter.

It's something the English media don't do -- mope about and only focus on a select few clubs. Ever listen to Radio Five Live on a Saturday? During a throw-in at a top-level premiership game, the commentator will pipe up with (e.g.) "and Crewe have scored another at Harlepool, so they're now 2 to the good and Hartlepool's relegation worries deepen"... thus informing listeners of a minor scoreline, and passing comment on what it means, then immediately back to the game in hand. That would never happen in Scotland. Up here the vast majority of pundits and commentators are willfully disinterested in anything other than a handful of clubs. Whereas in England they celebrate (e.g.) Wigan's elevation to the premiership, and they don't all cry because Villa are now a mid-table Championship club. It's a completely different attitude. The English are secure in their clubs and report on them all. Even Gordon Strachan was moaning about "finding a way" to get the likes of Hibs back into the top league. It's embarrassingly short-sighted. It also influences the average thicko armchair football fan. The media treat 36 Scottish Clubs with ignorance, therefore the average football fan does likewise.

The Championship has been a great division the last few years. I think what's annoying is that football pundits and journalists say that the 'big' teams in that league are Premiership clubs in waiting or that we need them in the top flight. We obviously don't NEED any specific team in the top flight. Also, Hibs and Dundee Utd were utter, complete shitemares in their relegation seasons and deserved to go down. There's an inferiority complex in Scottish that says that we are a 'laughing stock' because Hamilton Accies are in the top flight with crowds of 2000 but Hibs are in the First Division and can draw 18,000. We aren't a laughing stock - it's sport, sometimes teams who have big supports make a balls of things and lose. A lot of it is based on people worrying about what people outside Scotland think about Scottish football. I like Hibs and Dundee Utd and, provided it doesn't cost Caley, I'd like them back in the top flight. But they aren't in the top flight because they don't deserve to be and no amount of droning on by ex-pros and hacks changes that.

Darth Throbber

Slade - Mama Weer All Crazy Now

So are you shifting your car soon then?

Janis Joplin - Tell Mama

The wall at Biggies bedside. The smaller pic is a signed Alan Gilzean. Thank you.

Have you got some family filter switched on? I'd be disappointed with my computer if it came up with that after searching for Nazi beaver.

Obersturmführer Throbber says "Meh."

Either he or you has the most Scottish name this side of Haggis McJocknessmonster.