Corporate Social Responsiblity. Aye Right.

So now Scotland won't get any investment because the government interferes too much.

With a megaphone.

The Hitman and Kerr

Must thank Hobbe at http://www.siol-nan-gaidheal.org/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=2&t=8742

for the plug.

Just not Decticus verrucivorus

Cricket.
Some people love it, others don't.
Even in England.

Remember them

The news about our troops in Afghanistan recently brought back memories of relatives who had seen war and came back changed.Changed utterly.(Thanks WBY.)

My father, grandfather and great grandfather were all sailors, my father joining during the war as a boy seaman.

He trained at HMS Ganges and was a button boy.His head for heights wasn't hereditary, believe me!


He later served in HMS Victorious in the Far East Squadron, I remember seeing a photograph of him and a shipmate standing in the desolate ruin that was Hiroshima.
He died of stomach cancer in 1964, still in his thirties.

My stepfather was a short stocky man with bandy legs, like so many others who had grown up in Clydeside during the thirties.He joined the Royal Scots Fusiliers as soon as he could which may have saved his life, for he lost thirteen members of his family in the Clydebank blitz in 1941.



His battalion was in the 52nd Lowland Division, which with a degree of irony was designated a Mountain Division. He learned to ski and drive a Bren gun carrier.I still have his operating manual.


The division trained long and hard for an invasion of Norway, so there was no suprise when it was sent to Holland in 1944.

Now, some fifteen years after he had died, I got talking to an old gent in Stockbridge library.

He was wearing a deerstalker, so we started a wee chat about shooting which turned into a conversation about his military service. He had been in the RSF in Holland, and he told me about one time that his platoon had came under fire from a sniper.

"Awbody jumped intae the ditch except fur the Bren gunner, wha returned fire."


He was looking into the far distance.


"The sniper hit the magazine o' the Bren and that's whit saved his life, he just took a dunt oan the heid wi' the magazine."

My stepfather, a Bren gunner, had had a silver plate in the right hand side of his head...

A Delaying Action

I hope Geordie meets General Dannatt in a London club, he may get some very black balls.

Sadistic necrophiliac bestiality

I do feel sometimes, going on about the Scotsman bias, is indeed flogging a dead horse.
The words in the headline above all appeared on the last few Hootsmon articles on the SNP, with a few "Denials" and "Claims" thrown in.
Meltdown is the favoured one of the moment, but the old favourites "Accused" and " Attacked" still feature heavily.

SNP sectarian snob snubs Uni

When will it end?

Kerr is now a snob, apparently.

I'm just waiting for the rhyming slang.