Sunday 11 November 2007

Hoping for a miracle.

Its been a bit too long since I last posted, turns out I need to post another retraction; Alan Hutton is good. Fed up of having to retract things so I'll sort this one out properly.

Amdy Faye is the worst player in the Scottish Premier League.

Instead of a retraction next time, I will literally eat a hat if he's not still awful. A man who has clocked up two starts, two half time substitutions and two losses, (Ok, I ignored his three minutes against Aberdeen, but they were already three up, what could go wrong?!). I think I might actually have found a reason behind this though, don't laugh, seriously. While hunting for some Amdy Faye stats to prove his comedic abilities I came across a glorious piece from the 2002 World Cup entitled; The Curse of Amdy Faye.

Amdy Faye isn't cursed. He's just pish.

Things are more or less steady. Working two or three times a week in the union, I've learned my timetable which is better than carrying around a tatty little piece of paper and I've not managed to fail anything yet. All is well for now and there is nothing to panic about. Later there might be a problem but just now: A-O-K.

I get my essay back next week.

Anyway. I've been working at the Union for a while now and becoming worryingly close to being a part of the furniture and even more terrifyingly, perhaps even making some 'friends'. Since I've been there I've noticed a few things and the main one is that there isn't a rifle above the bar.
For me, it seems obvious. If you don't want any trouble then place a reaction and deterrent in full view of all patrons. Its a quiet Thursday evening in Mono, theres only the three of you on the dance floor, there really isn't a need to squeal like banshees is there? Can't sing, then don't do Karaoke and even if you do it, don't shout it louder than the last idiot. Have some dignity, please, theres no need to wear that little. Hence;

M1 Garand

Wikipedia claims that; The M1 was used heavily in World War II, the Korean War and, to a limited extent, in the Vietnam War.
So what we have basically is the rifle that beat the Germans in World War II and my guess is (although I'm no expert) that it would splatter kneecaps like, well, a hot piece of metal in skin. Plus, I'm fairly sure its the one from Medal of Honor, so we can all get some practice in.

To more important matters. Next weekend brings the alignment of the planets and the biggest weekend of my life. Scotland play Italy at Hampden and the tickets are in, the Kilt is lying on my sofa and the hairdresser says he'll make us look like idiots. All bets are off as to the result and I'm afraid to say that when we win, it may be another few months before I update this or resurface at all. Scotland should probably go;
------------Gordon---------------
Cafu--Weir--McManus--Alexander/Naysmith/McEveley
------------Hartley---------------
Brown--Fletcher--Ferguson--Big Lee
----------McFadden--------------

Hope springs eternal and with McFadden the day can always be his. I worry about the left back spot but the rest of the team picks itself. Let set aboot them and as one great scholar once said;
'Aye, they eyeties can only make ice cream'.

Believe.
Wherever it takes us, whatever it takes.