Transfer excitements: an actual futility

Good grief, Aberdeen’s new signing has eyes which are dead and the pallor of a serial masturbator.

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The kind of face you expect to see flashed up behind a newsreader as he reports on a school shooting in America.

In mathematics, the equation probably reads: Twardzik + Trenchcoat + dislike of Mondays = Columbine (or sufficiently gruesome variant thereof).


In other news, Mark Reynolds made his move to Aberdeen permanent. Apart from that, nothing.

Craig Brown is reported to have said (approximately) "why bother with jostling in the transfer market when you can pick the best of the players who have been released?"

Good point, I suppose, if you can push down the anxiety that tells you these players will have been released for a reason.

 

Looks like we are heading back to our comfort zone of 9th place Psycho.

Getting humped by ICT and Saints is very worrying indeed. Don't blame the manager though. We can keep on sacking manager after manager but there is something rotten at the core in the State of Pittodrie. Fundamentally wrong.

We rely totally on McGinn and have no strikers and/or midfielders who can chip in. Lose McGinn and we are in big trouble. I can confidently predict that we will go out of the Cup at Hibs and that will be another season finished.

And I did take my happy pills this morning.

 

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For a goalkeeper, dont you think he has dwarf like arms ?

With Jason Brown now gone we could've done with a more experianced keeper & relegated clangers to the bench

 

Correct. Much as I'm delighted that Clangers got over his serious health issue he really is a pants goalkeeper who is a great shot stopper at times but far too unreliable. Being named Clangers by your team mates should spell it out glaringly.

We might be better putting Magennis back in goals for a spell.

 

Taking happy pills and (mentally) allowing for the enveloping warmth of suicidal fantasies is the only way I ever pull myself out of bed, ER, or put one foot in front of the other.

'Twas ever thus, since the days of pre-teenage yore.....

But we digress.

No, I'm still perfectly happy with Craig Brown - and will continue to be so right up until the end, I suspect. We're definitely beginning to look like we would feel more comfortable claiming 9th place again, however, as opposed to - you know - trying. I'm with you, I really didn't like the look of those beatings we've being taking. You sort of feel that it wouldn't take much for the whole thing to collapse entirely, heralding a swift and brutal return to the days of regular pastings.

Further mathematical equations: Aberdeen - McGinn = Utter, utter ****e.

I hope you're having a lovely day, ER. See you later. (I'm off to Bantry market. In the rain.)

 

Didn't see you there, J-Rep. Hello. (Need to dash.)

 

Three of us on here at once.

Wonders will never cease.

 

Every Friday 9:30am - 1pm
in the Square, BantryOrganic fruit & veg, food, baking, cheese, fish, meats, olives, eggs, honey, preserves, plants, local crafts, pet supplies, bric-a-brac & collectiblesOne of the larger West Cork markets, Bantry Market occupies the central town square and spills out into the adjoining roads and car parks. The regular Friday market gets even bigger on the first Friday of each month (the traditional Fair Day) when it’s not unusual to see donkeys tethered to lampposts and cages full of ducks and hens for sale

Psycho, Bantry market sounds like a right Pikey ****en place.

 

Oh dear, yes. Maybe he flew over with Ryanair and his arms are still in the gradual process of unsticking from the default cheap airline eating position (Thalidomide’s picnic). Here’s hoping.

It was good there for a moment, ER. I could almost feel the outlines of a loving fraternity.

It's a great place!

No donkeys today, alas, but plenty of ducks and hens. In fact, when I say that it's a great place, it's probably more accurate to say that it was a great place. Some very recent rules and regulations mean that the market has been all but gutted - people now require a permit (and some sort of health and safety certification, apparently) to sell their wares, where once there was happy bedlam. Hard to articulate how much this depresses me. (I wish we could all be left alone in such matters and take our risks for ourselves.)

And on that happy bombshell, I'll wish you a great Friday evening. (We'll win on Sunday - don't listen to ER - and it's going to feel super uplifting, what.)

 

looks like the bastard son of douglas hurd

 

Aye? Make us.

The bastard son of Douglas Hurd, a dwarf and a potential serial killer.....I think Aberdeen have maybe struck gold here, Rogue.

 

A lively aberdeen thread

You lot are multiplying

 

Hello again. How are you doing? You've not been round here for ages.

Anyway, to more serious matters.....

Every transaction with an Aberdeen fan, whatever nature it takes, will likely result in a pregnancy, MD. We're an incredibly virile lot. After these few words I've spoken to you, I fully suggest you get yourself a testing kit and confirm that you're now up the duff. (This is how we plan to take over the world and there seems little point keeping it secret, to be honest.)

 

Humans are well stupid in every way, but I take your point.

I know that J-Rep, ER and myself are all sufficiently stupid to fall for the trick, so I suggest you give it a go. I reckon we'll never be off the board if you pull this stunt, to be fair. Also, if you put up something shiny, you may even attract some passing women.

(I dread to think what picture you'll choose for the banner. You're going to mock the sheep, aren't you? I predict a revolution, an overthrowing of your dictatorship.....)

 

A new day dawns and still no sign of a banner for the Aberdeen forum.

I sense discrimination.

 

0-0 against Hibs at half-time, with a good-sized Aberdeen support "enjoying" a dire, fitful match in the cold. How often has the ball actually been on the ground? Answer: twice. But these minor oversights were both quickly remedied by someone booting it aimlessly into the air, thankfully.

Expectation: more of the same.....

 

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

Forty odd minutes left to salvage a rapidly disintegrating season. How on earth has it come to this?

Exciting stuff. I can almost feel my heart beat.