Gus Chamber

Face it, it's not the 80s any more, you're not the best team, and your history counts for fuck all

Couldn't have put it better myself.

Oh yeah, you're an Aberdeen fan...

It's the same with Curry. You can only eat Curry if it makes you well hard. If you're wanting to enjoy the taste of a mild Curry, then you might as well be a gay, with a boyfriend and a handbag, or something. Only bitter as fuck, hotter than the sun, teeth melting Curries are worthy. So hot that you grow another ball and have to drink a bath full of water just from smelling it.

Yeah, never really got the curry thing. I very rarely eat the stuff and when I do the medium ones do the job just fine, ta. What's the fucking point of eating something that's so spine-snappingly hot you can't even taste the flavours of the food?

Newsflash: eating pointlessly-hot curries doesn't make you a hard nut, it makes you a twat for trying to make food a tough-guy thing and you deserve your long lifetime of masturbating alone.

He seemed to have charisma when he first made a name for himself, getting all emotional and throwing his cue about while wearing unusual waistcoats which is why I think I quite like him.

Ah, that reminds me why I hate him, all that shouting "come on!" shit put me right off him from day one. I still hate Stuart Pearce for doing it at that penalty shoot-out, whenever it was. But it's kinda expected in football, not snooker for Christ's sake.

Plus, Ebdon had a pony-tail. Unforgiveable.

Anyway, I've droned on too much

Keep at it, I'm enjoying the new Evil Alan.

It's like when Hulk Hogan joined the NWO.

I think he's hilarious, he takes the piss big style in interviews. Great character, deffo a little unhinged but no doubting his snooker credentials. Glad he beat that little weasel Hendry today!

This, love watching him play and never liked Hendry.

And who the fuck decided that Peter Frigging Ebdon's nickname should be The Force? The Force. Peter Ebdon, the Force. Peter Ebdon. Peter Fucking Ebdon. The guy makes Craig Brown look charismatic.

In the bad old days when you had to have at least a half-decent brain to get into a University (and don't get me started on RGU/RGIT!!!!!!!!!!!)

RGU is nothing to do with the subject, you're talking about universities.

RGU is not a university.

RGU does not exist.

It was a pretty brutal scene to watch, and after watching it I wish I hadn't seen it, almost. The things he said to her were as bad if not worse than the act itself. As soon as the girl came in and sat down I felt a bit uncomfortable because you just knew, especially after the confrontation he'd had earlier with his daughter about what he'd done to her. It's that rare thing, TV done well and the issue dealt with in a thought-provoking way.

But still, urgh, wouldn't want to watch it again...

Hate the man, but not being paid two months' wages is pretty bad. I read he's had a pretty messy split lately (CELEB GOSSIP!!!11) so he's having a rough time of it. Still, he's a cock.

Karma will always get you in the end.

This is bollocks, why can't I have a beer while I'm watching a film?

Yes you can, wait for the dvd to come out and you can watch the film in peace with as much beer as you want. No other cunts spoiling it by coughing, texting, laughing too loud and too long at the "funny" bits, being "ironic" to their fuckwit friends who secretly hate them, snuffling through their oildrum of popcorn or any other irritating human noise to detract from the film itself.

You can smoke too. Fuck the cinema, it's got people in it. People ruin everything.

"Ironic"

I just realised I lied. I've totally gotten drunk before and called Christians stupid.

Yup, I'm sure you still have that Easpa Measa "Religion Is Stupid" sticker on your guitar.

Which is a good thing. The sticker is correct.

Rangers 7-2 Dunfermline

Gah, mugged by seven counter-attacks. We were fucking robbed!

At least we had a go and put a couple past the pieces of shit.

Dunfermline 2-1 Cowdenbeath

And top of the league. You can end the season now as far as I'm concerned.

I'm sure I've moaned about this before but it happened again on Wednesday and makes me mad. Old duffers with a hundred lottery tickets at the tobacco counter doddering about when I am queueing for tobacco!

Yes, you have. I agreed with it last time, and I'm going to agree with it again.

"Tutti Pazzi Volume 6" LP.

Wankys/Exit Hippies split LP.

There is no way I'm clicking on that link, just reading the comments here is putting the shits up me...

I reckon I win at this failing lark.

Or fail at this winning lark...

I guess it depends on what you study and what your aims are for post-graduation.

I never went to university in order to increase the chances of me gaining related employment once graduation was achieved. I went to university purely to learn more about things and improve myself as a human being, both intellectually and socially. I possibly failed on both counts, as my learning often got sidetracked and I ended up indulging myself into subjects that were unrelated to my degree, purely because I had several quality libraries at my fingertips. Secondly, I did not socialise once with a single university comrade in four years. Not even a beer or a water after lectures or tutorials.

Although I graduated, I always felt I sort of failed university.

Almost exactly how I approached university, except my reasons for going were to see if I actually could gain a degree, put off full-time working and to stop my old man nipping me about having no career ambition (which I'm still waiting to acquire).

Worked 4 evenings a week and all day Sunday throughout my time there too, as well as being called up for jury service in the first two weeks of my final year and then having to catch up a bit. There was no way I could've done it if I hadn't slithered back to the parental home but otherwise it was relatively effortless.

The obligatory question about running times...

Thanks for the advice

It was only given by virtue of gender.

Aye, go on then.

I don't know what you're all talking about. What a wonderful Saturday.

Yup, sure was.

Wifebeater

Methadone Abortion Clinic.

Anatomically Incorrect Crackwhore.

Napalm Death Is Dead.

Nazi Bitch and the Jews.

Dunfermline 3-1 Dundee

Puts us within one point of the Wee Team at the top. Quietly happy.

We gingers consider ourselves a seperate and ultimately inferior race.

And make up around 16% of the population of Peterhead Prison, as a conversation at work informed me today.

Which is a significantly higher percentage than of the population as a whole.

Which would suggest gingers are more prone than usual to committing sex offences.

Draw your own conclusions...

Not music as such, but "Trapped In A Scene: UK Hardcore 1985-1989" by Ian Glasper is proving a great read. For the ethnocentric, there's a photo of Toxic Ephex playing a gig in Bonn in 1989.