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I always just assumed it was what Americans called dihydrocodeine.

Never heard it used to mean that by anyone bar Irvine Welsh. Might be an Edinburgh thing. We do widely use "heid the baw" to call someone an idiot though. Maybe derived from that.

Forgetting the scoreline, what the fuck kinda name is Hashtag United?

For my money I'd be looking at Nat Phillips even Matt Phillips. But I'm not a Saudi investor that can afford to take big money gambles on the Kalvin's of the world.

Wasn't aware, should've guessed knowing Welsh is a huge Hibs man.Nice that though, rhyming slang tends to be a bit playful and that really sums up the dour sarcastic humour up here. He seemed anything but cold, by all accounts sounded like a really warm and humble bloke like. @Renton aye she's pan bread. If it's not announced by Hogmanay I might be on the David Icke train.

Not meaning to shit on anyone's tastes but that's doing Japan a massive disservice like.

I'm more than happy to lower the tone by seeing your Swedish metal and raising you Wirral Metal

Davie Provan's metal band. 🤣 Actually didn't realise they were still together. Not my usual cup of tea but don't mind them. Got a few good mates really into that scene. Plus they're local so fair play to them.

Lisbon Lion, Bertie Auld

Intro to this weirdly reminds me of that Andrew WK song. In other news and to further confirm I have nothing constructive to add to the conversation (as if there was any doubt) my sons taken a huge shine to the keychange at the end of "How far I'll Go" from Moana so I've been listening to that all fucking weekend. Not the whole song like, just the fucking 5 seconds either side of the key change at the end. Over, and over, and over.

I'll agree with Rayvin so far as it's depressing in the sense that too many grown adults identities and moods are tied to the success of the team they follow, but it's fucking hilarious watching a pub full third tier fans celebrate an away tie with Arsenal in the cup like it's a trophy. The idea that a wee day out at the Emirates will somehow provide a springboard to give these sad fucks a sense of importance is barely worth pity, not sure why anyone on the other side would find it depressing.

FYP. I follow part-timers up here and can guarantee you anytime we've got old firm or even a Hearts or Hibs we're not bouncing off the walls celebrating the draw like we've just won a cup final. Just a collective nod around the pub and small chorus of "Nice one. Could be really good for the club, that." before chat turned to whether Celtic -4 would be a fair handicap.

If Howe knows what need to be done in the short term, I really don't get the panic to get a DoF in before January. Two or three decent signings in the right positions should see you through. Granted you don't want Charnley or anyone else from the old regime overseeing contract negotiations, but for January you surely just get Howe to name his shortlist on what areas need to be strengthened and then just go fucking buy them.

Fucks wrong with folk that see this and think "better film it and upload it to social media".

I'm not trying to say I don't think getting someone in is a priority, just wondering if it's really a huge priority for January. If we're all agreed that Howe is likely a short term appointment to dig you out the trenches I'm not sure I'm not sure how much sense it makes to appoint someone above him to oversee transfers until that job has been done. If it's not one of his own men, surely rushing to appoint someone in advance of the January windows leaves him a bit gimped if it's expected they'll outlast him at the club.

I've thought that, but more as a long term prospect like. Probably our most promising national talent behind Gilmour. Gerrard has weirdly only played him about half a dozen times. Think Rafa tried to bring him in for about £5 million at Everton and was laughed out the door.

Gerrard's time in Scotland was honestly a bit underwhelming if you ask me. When it was announced I really thoughtit could be great for Scottish football as a whole, mainly in terms of the calibre of player he might attract and the additional interest he might generate in the game up here. He has managed to bring in players that Rangers arguably wouldn't have secured without his presence, done well enough in Europe to help our co-efficient a bit and went a season unbeaten domestically but that's about it. One trophy from nine in a league that's traditionally a two-horse race against a relatively weak Celtic. Fucking St. Johnstone won more domestic silverware last season than Gerrard managed in his whole time at Rangers. And on the subject of attracting better players and generating interest in the SPL, you could probably argue that the mad Aussie guy that just arrived at Celtic has already outperformed Gerrard on both those fronts already.

In his fucking bedroom, no less. Seems there was more than just a few:

The phone-in on superscoreboard yesterday was hilarious. First caller "Sick to my stomach I've got a cardboard cut-out of him in my house, I've had to turn it to face the wall. And for him to this to us on REMEMBRANCE DAY! Unforgivable." A full hour and a half of stuff like that.

Granted, Edwards isn't going anywhere until summer from what he has said, but is looking for a new challenge and wants to stay close to his family. Have the new owners actually said anything to indicate that getting in a director is a priority in advance of the January window?

Edwards is surely fucking nailed on as a frontrunner. He's already announced he's leaving Liverpool at the end of the season to take on new challenges. Anyone who thinks it would be an underwhelming appointment: a lot of Liverpool fans think FSG don't spend enough yet this cunt has facilitated the signing of Alisson, Van Dijk, Fabinho, Mane, Salah etc. Getting him in and giving him a blank chequebook might not be the worst of ideas.

I know far too many folk that go into smack through prescribed codeine and benzos. I mind being on fucktons of dihydrocodeine for about 3 months after a lung op and thinking fuck all of it, living my best life and happy as a pig in shit, until they pulled the prescription and I realised I'd been on a different fucking planet.

They should do a spin off, "Farage at Largs" where they just dump him in Largs and see how long it takes for the locals to drown him in the Clyde firth. I'd well watch that.

My Da used to pull shit like this. Turn up out the blue on a Sunday and declare whatever we were watching on telly was shite. Then he'd turn it off and demand we put the kettle on. Dunno if he ever noticed the connection between him acting the prick and his cup of tea tasting a bit like fairy liquid.