I was deliberately missing to try to let him win but he could barely hit the board so I had to finish him off. He kept muttering "Ya ****ing English bastard". Crazy guy.
the strand was crying out to be put out of business 9 years ago when i lived there Mick. absolute bag of ****. hmv, a camping store and a shop for fat women. if they tried for financing approval now the banks would tell the to get to ****. the problem now is franchises, especially here in australia. they open a shopping centre and you could be in any one of 10 in perth, they all have the same ****e. the future of the high street has to be around individual shops sellings stuff that you cannot get elsewhere. there also needs to be one or two really big shops in the vacinity to attract people. there used to be a shop near havana in douglas (no idea if it's still there) the mrs would spend a fortune in there on a sat arvo, wine glasses at 40 quid a ****ing throw and the like. there was nothing else like this place on the whole of the island thankfully, but when we were there it was booming
Very amicable and decent tourists too to be fair. Well, until they've had a few drinks in them and then it's time to go home and thank God you never told them where you live
Correct. Glaswegians went running to the coppers when the casuals started retaliating after years of abuse and violence from Celtic and Rangers thugs. "Hey Mr Polis, snow fair, those sheepshaggers aren't meant to fight back"
****'s sake Aberdonians? I've had more fight out of a woman. Bunch of queerhawks, don't even carry chibs.
I think i've realised even though i'm a totally affable individual that I do like a good argument and I can be annoying at times. Hence the many many fights i've had. Strangely enough i've never enjoyed fighting, I hate it, but in Glasgow - and most of Scotland I assume - fighting was a necessity of life. I had two older brothers and we were surrounded by other families of brothers, most of them more numerous than mine, so you basically learned to fight from about the age of 4 or 5. I was constantly fighting in primary school. Constantly. Won some lost some, not the greatest or hardest but certainly not the worst. Had plenty of doings, nothing too serious and strangely enough not too many while I was in the Army, I knew most of the time I would be out of my depth. What has always amazed me is the number of people I have known who have NEVER been in a fight, I mean a real fight. I find that hard to comprehend. Shucks...
