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Grumpyauldgit

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  • Birthday 11/10/1969

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  1. I tried 4 seperate ones, and got the same message everytime, I ended up having to use my mother in laws credit card (I knew the auld hag would finally be handy for something), but by the time I finally got it sorted, most of the good seats together had gone. so not a fecking happy bunny
  2. I'm still having problems getting on to the site, (using firefox) 403 errors and all sorts of other rubbish. Done everything it says in the guides, way to many times to count, and it is still hit and miss if the site works (Took me 4 attempts to log in to post this).
  3. For Spain 82, my dad, who was always blunt and straight to the point, just told the school, as the exams where finished, and we usually sat about the school, doing feck all for the whole of June, me and my sister, where going to the world cup instead, end of story. The schools answer was , Aye fine Mr Auldgit, thanks for letting us know, and we'll see them back in August. Try that one now, and I don't think the education authorites, would be as understanding.
  4. I had no problem getting my 3 tickets, but the wife had a nightmare, the site crashed on her twice and then it said her tickets had been cancelled, and her access code was blocked, as it had already been used. So she phoned the ssc, and I don't know what they done, but her access codes worked again, (Thank feck for that), and she finally got her tickets.
  5. I saw him play at Hampden in 79. My dad took me to see Ardies, Luque and Kempes, but the real star, was some kid nobody had really heard of, Maradona. I've been lucky enough to see some real world class players in the flesh, Beckenbauer, Cruyff, George Best, Messi, both Ronaldos, Zico, blah blah, blah, but the greatest I ever saw was Maradona.
  6. I can't be that bad of a chef, I've managed to survive 27 years in the business, got trained by John Weatherburn (Manager of the Scottish culinary team), Willie Deans (Scottish chef of the year 3 year on the bounce if I remember correctly) and John Mullen (Former sugarcraft world champion). I have worked with Nick Nairn (I was part of his team that got a star), John Webber (The guy that taught Gary Rhodes), and the late and very great Andy Fairlie (I can cook, but Andy was a fecking genius, far better in my opinion than Ramsay, and a hell of a better human being). I then spent 12 years as Scottish area chef for one of Britain's largest pub/restaurant chains, before stress, depression and a change of management, forced me out of that job. Since then I have worked for my mate, just as a chef, nothing fancy, just straight forward cooking, and I love it. I can go into work, do my job, have a laugh, sometimes even have a wee cheeky beer or 10, and go home at night, no working away for month's on end, no hassel worrying about stars, stocks or what some wee smarmy food critic has to say about the quality of a goga berry flavored panna cotta (It tasted sh^te, but It wasn't my recipe, so I really didn't give a feck). As for taking 4 hours to make the meal, if had a kitchen the size of that wee lispy cockney fud nugget, I could have done it in 2, but when your kitchen is the size of a fecking shoebox, and you can only do 1 job at a time, 4 hours is no bad, when you consider I had to make everything from scratch, (pastry, shortbread, cook the stew, ect). As for the lack of romance, ask your maw, she said I gave her the best 30 seconds of her life (30 sec includes cuddles, and a fag). Rough as a badger, 4 can became 15 with some voddie thrown in, thank feck I am off work.
  7. Decided to make a nice dinner the night for me and the misses, (I know I'm a chef, and I should make her a nice dinner all the time, but I am usually working, and on my days off, the last thing I want to do, is fecking cook). So given the fact that I ain't working just now, I thought I would put in a wee bit of effort, and make her a nice meal, put a wee smile on her face, and you never know, maybe a wee bit of romance later. So anyway, I spend 4 hours in the kitchen making a wee 3 courser for the pair of us, For starters Pan fried Scallops (Saw them in Aldi, and thought feck it, the wet suit and saw table can wait) on a bed of wilted spinach, with Parmesan, lardon's, and croutons. Main Steak Pie, turned veg and Mash Tatties Dessert Cranachan with shortbread fingers Afters Cup a coffee for her, and 4 can for me. Result Complete waste of fecking time, she's currently on the couch, half pished after her 2nd bottles of vino colapsso, and is currently putting a pretty big dent into her 3rd, watching some sh^te on the telly, about lard ersed yanks buying wedding dresses, and I'm on a fecking message board. So who ever said romance was dead, was fecking right.
  8. Maxim's in Paris sold roast cat during the siege of 1870, very popular by all accounts.
  9. You can bet your erse the local LSO, will have a list of places that have broken the ban, and I can see their licensees being revoked with immediate effect. As for the army on the streets, speaking as an ex squaddie, the Army will only go on the streets, once the virus starts to have a major effect on the emergency services. The government will need somebody to replace all the doctor's, nurses, police and firemen that go down with it, so the obvious choice will be the army. The army medical core are all doctors, every squaddie at some time or another has done first aid/combat medic courses,(some very good, some not so good, example could I set a broken leg yep, could I hook up a IV yep, could I run an ICU, no chance you leave that to the professionals) and could help (but never in a million years replace) nurses. As for fire fighting, yet again most squaddies are trained in it to varying degree's, I could put out a chip fan fire, and get your cat out of a tree without the use of a fire arm, but for running into burning buildings and cutting people out of cars, that gets left to the people who know best. When it comes to helping the Police, this is where the army really will be useful, if needed. Every squaddie is trained in crowd control, and when we where out on patrol in N Ireland, most of the time, we acted as the local police force, and from what I can gather from pals who severed in Afghanistan and Iraq, they did the same there. I really doubt, that any squaddies taking over from the regular police would be armed (Those taking over from armed police would be), so the chances of PC Bloggs being replaced by John J Rambo, are in my opinion very slim, at best they will get a riot control stick(Pick axe handle), and told to behave themselves. You might even see them out driving tankers or clearing the bins, if things really get bad (Anybody remember the Glasgow bin strike of 75, or the tanker strikes in the late 70's). The real trouble will be the reaction and panic of people, once the army are deployed, as a many people will over react, and think we have declared martial law, or staged some sort of coup (some of them even live on this board), as opposed to the reality of the situation, which is, the army going in to help and back up the emergency services.
  10. So the feck Do I, but after listening to Boris, It looks like 2 month minimum before the pub's and restaurants reopen, and since I've been a chef for the last 27 years, I don't really have much recent experience of doing anything else, so I am pretty much fecked on the job front, at present.
  11. Employee, but on a 0 hour contract, so feck knows what is happening. My gaffer (Who I trust) is trying to find out from head office, what the score is, but reckons it will be Monday at the earliest, before he knows anything.
  12. Rangers Bayern Munich 72 Cup Winners Cup semi The game was played during a series of power strikes/rationing, so it was an afternoon kickoff instead of at night. My Mum insisted that my dad took me and my sister to the match, that way he could not go on a bender after the game and miss his night shift. Due to the fact I was only 2, I don't remember any of it, and if it was not for my dad and various other members of my family, constantly bringing up the fact for the next 48 years, that I slept through most of the game, I doubt I would ever known I was there. My older sister (Her first game as well) remembers it better, but even she say's I slept through most of it, and was more interested in going back to my granny's and playing with her dug.
  13. If the exit poll is correct, then there really will be at least be at least 1 monster in Loch Ness.
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