Academically Deficient

Pre-lockdown I met her in shop in Partick. She was lovely.

Sweden. Don't go if you enjoy lager and are not a millionaire. Also, alcohol-free beer only in the stadium. 4/10.

Skinheads were a thing, but very much a minority activity, and they were more likely to be into Madness, Jam, 2-Tone etc. I think it was a London thing. And a far-right arsehole thing. I will admit to buying every record by Cockney Rejects until they went metal, but that's just between us

Also agree about the political opinions getting tedious. Sounds was a must read in the late 70s for punk rockers like me. Then it started promoting the dreadful phenomenon of "Oi" which fortunately was one of the shortest lived youth cultures of all time.

Lads, I'm getting confused. Are we saying Sasquatch was actually Paul Foot, not Bigfoot? Like the baddie being unmasked at the end of Scooby Doo? Zoiks.

Maybe Morrissey will take him in.

You might well be right. In which case it's the last time I'm going to the West End. Apart from the obligatory pre-match cocktails and improv theatre next time the Accies play Thistle. (Sorry couldn't resist. )

Bizarre but true. Michael Gove is from Aberdeen. He is the worst of the fucking lot.

It's the deliberate change of the accent that grates on me. I know some people can't help it if they've been in England or elsewhere for a long time. But theres a distinct Scottish media accent that seems designed to signal "I'm a wee bit Scottish, for a bit of colour, but not too much. I'm totally house-trained, me". Laura Kuenssberg, she's another one. I've never met a single person in my life who talks like that. And I've been to Edinburgh!

I see Hamilton's magnificent back-to-back Challenge Cup wins in the early 90s haven't had a look-in? Quite right too. Diddy tournament for wee teams

The big inky music papers were really good in the 70s and 80s. Music was generally taken very seriously then, pop culture in general was and the writing reflected that. Although it did go overboard at times, crossing the line into utter pretentiousness. Rik from the Young Ones being the stereotypical up-himself NME reader. A bit like many of us in those days. Present company excluded obviously.

That's a shame. Been years since I bought it right enough. Although I did buy a book that compiled the late Tom Hibbert's "Who Do They Think They Are?" articles from the magazine. The one on Jimmy Savile was particularly memorable.

At start of lockdown I got right into the Radio 4 serialisation of this and the tv version of Wolf Hall. Loved them both. The books might have to wait till I retire.

So you're saying that there's no point in me finishing my magic-realist novel about a young lad from Lanarkshire who worships an impossibly beautiful girl from afar (TV's Judith Ralston). The fates, and her family's disapproval conspire to prevent their great love from materialising until, one day... Actually, you're probably right

I lasted 32 seconds before realising it wasn't Neil Oliver in a new "isn't it brillyint being British" tv show.

Yes, me. Used to work with a woman who regaled me with great chunks of plot from the thrillers she read. I thought "how the f**k do you remember all that?". I don't worry about it now, but it is weird how you can spend so long engrossed in a really good book and then.....whoosh.....gone.

Snap!

Known to m'learned friends as "The Lorraine Kelly Defence".

I'm finding this thread very cathartic. The yawning chasm between the media's presentation of this individual and my own feelings about her (and those of everyone I know) was getting on my nerves.

Could it be that there's a spectrum, from the crazy stuff you mentioned at one end, to the proven conspiracies at the other? As a general rule of thumb, if a conspiracy theorist suggest Jewish people are behind something, then I consign it to the batshit end of the spectrum.

Davidson is the name you are looking for. Last seen polishing tomatoes in the Toryglen branch of Asda. That's him. Thanks, it was annoying me. Of course, it was bayonneting the wounded, not dead. That also annoyed me. Feel much better now.

Yes, maybe because we're a similar age. I think it's from the same miserable Scottish philosophical outlook as "always finish your dinner even if you hate it. Somebody went to the bother of making it, you ungrateful wee b*****d" (Pseuds Corner Alert...) I now follow the advice of Mon*****ne because theres too little time left to waste it on a boring book. Johann Cruff's tedious autobiography being the most recent one to go to the charity shop.

Reminiscent of the former Labour MP for Glasgow Pollok, Iain something or other. Spoke of "nothing left to do but bayonneting the dead" in 2014. Last seen collecting his P45. Probably in the HoL now though.

Peak Joyce you say? Unlikely sex symbols thread for this pish etc.

Coincidentally the book I've got on the go is about real, random meetings between famous people. Joyce features in 2 episodes, one with Marcel Proust at which he turns up late to a dinner, stays silent unless it's to contradict people and generally behaves like a dick. By the time he warms up and fancies making a night of it, the others leave him in the taxi and scraper to another do.