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Folk always remember where they were when shit happens...John Lennon shot...Diana deed...The boy was asking why anyone as shit as Craig Broon was ever Scotland Manager (chip off the old block) when the name Jock Stein was mentioned...I will always remember where I was when he met his maker...Pogues gig at the old Ritzys...They came back on for their encore and announced it ...then played Flower of Scotland as a tribute...class act...

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here's one on topic.

 

paul lawrie winning the open, it was a grotty evening and I was driving back from the old man's yacht in the highlands somewhere. getting dark, golf on the radio! which was exciting. he birdies the last hole and get in! amazing listening to things like that on the medium wave.

 

I love listening to 909 in the car, of an evening, Rochdale at darlington in the 4th round of the fa cup, a bit of rain on cold night. total atmospheric.

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here's one on topic.

 

paul lawrie winning the open, it was a grotty evening and I was driving back from the old man's yacht in the highlands somewhere. getting dark, golf on the radio! which was exciting. he birdies the last hole and get in! amazing listening to things like that on the medium wave.

 

I love listening to 909 in the car, of an evening, Rochdale at darlington in the 4th round of the fa cup, a bit of rain on cold night. total atmospheric.

I was there, only time I ha ve ever been to golf,

 

its pretty shit being there

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watching golf live sucks, up there with f1 for suckiness. st Andrews is the worst, you're walking along and from out of knowhere a ball comes trundling by. used to go and watch the dunhill cup team golf at st Andrews. that was ok coz it was in October and the crowds shall we say were sparse, but all the best players played in it from around the world.

 

as much as I hate the drinks industry, their produce certainly helps the day.

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Elvis - Dads Nut Sack

Lennon - See above

Hewitt - Shiting ma nappy

Diana - Playing Playstation think it was Grand Turismo, Could oh Been Resident Evil Though....

9'11 - In Heathrow Waiting on Flight to Singapore to Join Ship, shitting ma pants!!!

Valentines Day 2012 - In House glued to Computer and Tv, tears of Joy, few cans were drunk that day!!!!

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Elvis - got told the news by a fat lassie on Fowler Avenue. The conversation went something like this:

Fat Lassie "Elvis is dead."

ChutneyLove "Who's Elvis?"

Fat Lassie "A singer."

ChutneyLove "Oh, what's dead?"

In my defence, I was four.

 

John Lennon - at a birthday meal with my Mum.

John Hewitt - must have been sitting near the Boofter.

Diana deed - driving out the South Deeside Road after a late finish.

9/11 - in The Harbour Bar - watched Sky News the whole day and got pished. On way home bought some Tennents to get more pished at my hoose on Consty. Thought there would be nukes flying that night. Finished the beer and had to go back out and get more from cross-eyed Billy at the Urquart Road shop.

 

Edit - McFadden's goal - in the stadium. I think anyone else who was there might remember it similarly - there was about a one second delay of disbelief before the celebrations started.

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9/11 - Was home sick that day, remember clearly putting on Ceefax at 1350 and seeing "Small plane crashes in to skyscraper" as headline. Then it all unfolded...

 

Eh lived in Canary Wharf and the local populace started shiting itself that the towers there would be next. It made for easy shopping in the Tesco under the towers, no queues at all :cool:

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911, drove into work, radio off, so I had no idea there had been an attack. Found the office deserted, but the sound of crying was coming from the conference room. Walked into the conference room to find the TV on with everyone gathered round watching events unfold. Our office was in a fairly prominent building, and the management told everyone to get home. Then the wife called from the top of the largest building in Detroit, the 73 story Renaissance Center, where she was meeting with General Motors. She, like most Yanks, was flipping the fuck out, terrified that aircraft were going to come smashing through the window at any second. I advised her to cut her meeting short and get out, by which time every building with more than two stories was emptying anyway.

 

Pretty much chaos was ensuing by 10am Eastern time, with the entire population of America running round in little circles flapping their arms like decapitated chickens.

 

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I was working in Manchester at the time. Had my own wee office and was smoking heaps of Marlboro to make it as uninviting as possible for my bosses to bug me because I probably had a hangover.

 

One of the guys came in to tell me the news as it was just breaking and I was like "yeah, I think I've heard of the World Trade Centre" (as it was formally known). Anyway, I didn't even get an inkling of how a monumental event was unfolding until much later.

 

Very similar experience when my boss let some pikies do the car park at the front of our offices and then one of them punched him in the face and extorted him for five grand. I missed all of it cos I'm useless before 12.

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I was working in Manchester at the time. Had my own wee office and was smoking heaps of Marlboro to make it as uninviting as possible for my bosses to bug me because I probably had a hangover.

 

One of the guys came in to tell me the news as it was just breaking and I was like "yeah, I think I've heard of the World Trade Centre" (as it was formally known). Anyway, I didn't even get an inkling of how a monumental event was unfolding until much later.

 

Very similar experience when my boss let some pikies do the car park at the front of our offices and then one of them punched him in the face and extorted him for five grand. I missed all of it cos I'm useless before 12.

 

I remember a drunk member of staff smacking the shit out of my boss back in Blighty. What a hiding it was.

 

Boss comes steaming into my office to ask if I'd witnessed the assault, to which I replied, "Nah."

 

I'd seen the whole thing like, but my boss was a prick, so I wasn't offering him any sort of supporting testimony when the rozzers arrived.

 

This was shortly before I blew the pospsicle stand that was Scaatland, so I wasn't much worried if he thereafter decided to try to make my life a misery.

 

It's actually quite liberating to not have to give a fuck about anything :)

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Just remember that not only was eh sick, eh was unemployed at the time. One of my first thoughts was "fuck, its gonna be a cunt to get a job now".

 

But, 2 weeks later yours truly was gainfully employed again. So fuck you George W, your attacks didna hurt me :swear:

 

Not too difficult if you happened to be an ... ahem... "Independent Military Contractor"... or what we used to call mercenaries.

 

America paid for a whole army of ill-disciplined mercenaries to subjugate the Iraqi people, drunken massacres a-go-go.

 

250k p.a. and all the unarmed civilians you can shoot.... not a bad gig if you can get it.

 

Mercenaries: Done gone shots thessels some sandniggers. Yeehaw.

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Not too difficult if you happened to be an ... ahem... "Independent Military Contractor"... or what we used to call mercenaries.

 

America paid for a whole army of ill-disciplined mercenaries to subjugate the Iraqi people, drunken massacres a-go-go.

 

250k p.a. and all the unarmed civilians you can shoot.... not a bad gig if you can get it.

 

Mercenaries: Done gone shots thessels some sandniggers. Yeehaw.

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That looks likes the exact brand of "yee hah" mercenaries that get shot up to fuck or killed by aliens in the first hour or so of a good action flick.

 

"Game over man! Game over!"... Haha, fuck off redneck!

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That looks likes the exact brand of "yee hah" mercenaries that get shot up to fuck or killed by aliens in the first hour or so of a good action flick.

 

"Game over man! Game over!"... Haha, fuck off redneck!

 

 

I watch very little in the way of TV, Game of Thrones is about all the TV I watch in fact, so about one hour a week... but yesterday a I saw a show, "Mountain Monsters"

 

The premise is a gang of tooled up, heavily armed, dumber-than-a-sack-of-shit, bona fide rednecks wander off into the forests of various American states and try to murder local Bigfoots, werewolves, and innocent locals who happen to get in the way of the redneck's bullets.

 

This is all shot at night, so the chances of them shooting one another or aforementioned locals is magnified a hundredfold.

 

"We done gun git ussels a Bigfoot in these hee-a trap we juss duh right hee-a over hee-a."

 

Of course in the three episodes I was compelled to watch they managed to find a grand total of no Bigfoots or werewolves, but the dumbest redneck fuck (quite a feat when you consider the competition) almost managed to fall into one of the traps he had just dug.

 

Oh, and one of them is beyond morbidly obese, so it's quite a chuckle watching him 'running' through the forest waving his shotgun with his hand firmly on the trigger just to show that gun safety is for faggots.

 

Here's the Mountain Monster hunters.... they really are as fucking stupid as they look.

 

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911, drove into work, radio off, so I had no idea there had been an attack. Found the office deserted, but the sound of crying was coming from the conference room. Walked into the conference room to find the TV on with everyone gathered round watching events unfold. Our office was in a fairly prominent building, and the management told everyone to get home. Then the wife called from the top of the largest building in Detroit, the 73 story Renaissance Center, where she was meeting with General Motors. She, like most Yanks, was flipping the fuck out, terrified that aircraft were going to come smashing through the window at any second. I advised her to cut her meeting short and get out, by which time every building with more than two stories was emptying anyway.

 

Pretty much chaos was ensuing by 10am Eastern time, with the entire population of America running round in little circles flapping their arms like decapitated chickens.

 

So are they still planning to re-enact something similar for the opening of the Glasgow Olympics in the summer?

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