For the avoidance of doubt, it it would seem that there really is only one team in Embra. I do not care if any other Charioteer cares about that. I do.
More later once I limp back from naked and primitive triumphalism on Gorgie Road. Gave my ticket away because of the limping. Probably won’t do the naked but will definitely be doing the primitive triumphalism.
Question: When did Hibs last win the Scottish Cup?
Answer: Ten years before ‘Titanic’ hit that iceberg.
Well, since the Chariot is a Broad Church and many of us are now of an age when our icons are dropping off the twig at a depressing rate, I thought that I should record the passing of the boy Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau.
I was fortunate enough to hear him live several times with both Schubert’s ’Winterreise’ and ‘Die Schöne Müllern’ cycles more than once. Pure magic every time.
But, it’s his interpretation of a Strauss song that is my particular favourite
For those of you who missed my previous apology, I am sorry that I am arriving so tardily with news of the winner. I was in Puglia on holiday last week and had intended to do some desultory judging. lazing by the side of the pool and sipping a substantial G&T. No pool because the owner of the villa had not filled it yet, the temperature being only a spartan 27C. More and, as it happens, better, no wifi which had been promised as part of the hire of the villa. The G&T’s were indeed substantial (Bombay Sapphire, Schweppes, lime and ice, for the avoidance of doubt). I regret to say that I felt little regret in leaving you all in suspense about the result. Read more…
The problem, of course, is that I do not know enough about poetry.
I do have a 45 year old ‘A’ Higher pass in English but we State school Jocks never got the chance or time to do both Literature and Language seperatim so I’m a bit challenged when it comes to metre and form. I can anapaest onwards from time to time and I have never been averse to the odd spondee but I do know my limitations. Read more…
Quite frankly, I am beginning to wonder why I make the effort to continue to post on this forum. It is becoming increasingly clear to me that the very most that I and other Jocks can expect hereon is cheap abuse and insults. This is particularly distressing to me when I am doing my best to preserve a Union in which I still believe with both heart and soul.
It goes without saying that I would not dream of retaliating by stooping to the same depths and telling anti-Sassenach jokes.
Don’t mind repeating good ones by other people, of course.
Still the best ever such joke on MyT, in my opinion, was by beanbean:- Read more…
There have been very few times in my life when I have thought that I had got it right. Marrying Mrs M, of course. Mostly, I have had doubts about my rightness. Until tonight when another possible example hoved into view.
It seems that one of my fellow Jocks is starting to pall. Billy Connolly is, apparently, getting grief on his current tour for not having new material. I truly did try to warn him about this. Read more…
On another post Sipu used a quote which I was unable to source on Google – “Avast, no more these Scottish monarchs we’ll adore”. He was good enough to give me the title of the book from which it came and Amazon did the rest.
‘Kings and Queens’ has duly arrived. 1983 edition with a foreword by Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother. The last monarch pomed is her daughter.
The quote comes from ‘James II’ and not ‘William and Mary.’ Read more…
Well, since nobody else seems to be doing it, could I just draw everybody’s attention to the fact that this site is about to sail through the 250,000 barrier?
I am not sure when 200,000 happened but I did record 150,000.
I ask those cherished authors who do not share a love of the game to pass by on the other side as I feel the need to unburden myself.This DRS thing is getting a bit iffy, in my opinion. Read more…
When I was young, we did not really do Christmas in Scotland. Many people still worked at least the morning of the day itself. It was only as the 1960′s drew to an end that they started to take the whole day off.
I was a paper boy in the 1960′s. English papers were not published but all the Scots ones were. Sunday Christmas, in particular, was a total pain as every single household on my route took the ‘Sunday Post’ (ask Ferret about said paper) so the bag was twice as heavy. On the other hand, the tips were more generous as a result. Read more…
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