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Zig I moved there around 1955. When we took up the old linoleum when we moved in, there were newspapers from the 1930's and I gave many Saint's articles to the club. I was at 26d. Clephanes across, Lackies beneath, Martins above. Smudge

The Eskimo Mink as a bairn. I'll bet he was sickeningly cute. At and around Hunter's there were quite a few shops. I don't remember all the names. At the bottom end there was a grocery store, then at the beginning of Ruthven there was a wee shop (I think it was Brown's) next to the Cavelinni's chippie (Put in a pie, Alec). There was also a caff where we all sat around drinking cokes and talk about our weekends. Mostly lies, I suspect. From Monday to Wednesday we talked about last weekend, then on Thursday about next weekend. At the top end of Hunter's there was a fairly large grocery store next to the Polis' house. Don't recall its name, but it was across from the Boozy Feusie. They used to give tick there, so it was lifesaver for many families. Smudge

The fifty-shilling tailors was Burtons the Tailor, John. Smudge

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I don't believe you, Erch. If the Boys finished in the top six, who would remember it ten years from now? If they won the cup, they would be immortal. So there! Smudge

Living in the country, I get lots of them. Mormons, Witnesses and the Church of Latter Day Plonkers. I always go to the door with a bevvy in one hand, my pipe in the other and wishing I had a third hand so I could hold my thingy. I've been polite, welcoming and smiling to all of those people in the past but it didn't help. They always have "just one more point" to make. I will not mock any one's religion, but honestly, it's hard not to be impolite. I have never had a child of Islam at my door, nor a Jew or Catholic. I, therefore, intend to to become a Muslimewcath. That way, nobody will ever ask me to go door-to-door interrupting some other poor b****** who is trying to enjoy his drink, smoke or wank. Smudge

Much too much time on her hands. G.A.L. Smudge

I remember there used to be a shop in McQuibban's Buildings. It was run by two very old people called the Eadies. Their daughter, Maud, (daughter-in-law?) lived at McQuibban's. Her husband was a captain on one of the river boats. There was a ground-floor flat that at one time must also have been a shop because the front window looked like a display window. Arthur Menzies and his family lived there. 'Just remembering some of the neighbours. In Brick Buildings were the Marshals, the Millars, the Mathiesons and the McQueens. Mr. McQueen worked for the Gas Board, I think. Their son was Innes. The Millars had two great big dugs, Nippy and Flossy who terrified the shit out of me but they turned out to be friendly enough. In the McQibban's there was Malcolm Waugh, James Cameron and his sister Lilias. There was an ice factory and an abbatoir next up the road then a private house at the beginning of the path up the lesser Inch. I remember being in puppy love with a girl who lived there. Her name was Senga, so I'm assuming she was really Agnes. Wow! This thread has kicked off memories. Smudge

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I remember them well, John. My Granny, rest her soul, used to send me to get dung for the rhubarb (I prefer custard for mine!). The milkman, the baker and the greengrocer used to come around a couple of times a week where we lived on the Shore Road. After that, the grocers came around with buses. There was an old traveller who was still going around on a pony and trap into the early sixties. When I was a boy he used to give me a ride home down Tay St. if I stuck out my thumb. He had a horse and a Airedaile dog that were both at Culloden. The horse knew the way to the Tay Water so well that it was aleep half the time. Both horse and dog had problems with flatulence and when the dog let one rip, the auld yin put him out to walk. The dog would walk for ten yards then start to howl like a wolf, at which point he was picked up again. The auld fella said to him, "put yer erse ower there, no pointing at me." I also remember that the dog loved V.P. wine. A shop that I remember was an electrical shop at the top of Princess St. I used to love standing outside watching television when it was new. I always had to take the accumulator to be re-charged. Crish O'Malley, that dates me. My haircuts were in a wee place in the South Street run by a wee fella called Charley something. Before going to the G.B. Club I would get my hair cut and plastered down with some sort of glue. There was also a wee pub down the Inch end of Princess St., and I don't recall its name. We always stood outside there on New Year's Eve to do our guisin'. We wold sing a song or two and we got good money from the pissed punters. At the top end of the lesser South Inch were two huge chestnut trees and we used to develop muscles throwing things up the tree to get conkers. All of the kid's games seemed to have 'seasons'. There was bools, Tareezon, conkers and etc. I lived in a little brick building on the Shore Rd. called, unimaginitively, Brick Buildings. Next to it was McQuibbans Buildings. Across the road was John Docharts sand a gravel and the boats used to go back and forth to Scumdee. The coal for the engines was dropped off on the quay and it was a great opportunity for chorey. At high tide we'd kick a good bit of coal into the river then get it at low tide. My introduction to a life of crime! I liked living across the street from the river but it could be a bitch in the spring when the Tay burst its banks. We had to be rowed across the Inch to the bridge near the station to get to the Calley Road school. Some good memories. Smudge The barber was Charley Kidd. I remember I used to think he was Billy the Kid's Dad!

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Kev I don't think they will charge extra if you bring your member! Smudge

Ged Andy Are you onr of the consequences of having sex with less than one partner? Smudge

I remember that when we were kids we often nicknamed teachers from comic characters. Looking back, they were surprisingly accurate portrayals of the teachers named. E.G. Dennis The Menace, a red-heided geography teacher who hated kids. Dilly Dream, a very beautiful young woman who just didn't seem to be there. (Cue The Kinks). Desperate Dan, a woodwork teacher who always looked only half shaven. Rank Badjin, a science teacher who was a bully and took delight in humiliating students. Corky the Cat, an English teacher who had glasses thicker than headlamp glass and red hair. Oor Wullie, a teacher with the unfortunate name of William W. Williamson. Wilson, a great young man whose hobby was cross-country running (at which he excelled). His name wasn't Wilson,but he will probably live as long as Wison. My favourite teacher, not named after a comic character, but who looked like Batman crossing the Quad at Goodlyburn Secondary School, was Ma Borland. She always wore an academic gown and on a windy day you knew she was heading for the Bat cave. A great woman and a fine teacher. Lots more that I probably don't remember. Smudge

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Maple Leaf and the Eskimo Mink. An (anonymous) Smudge fan.

Saints 5 Brechin 1 May 3671 Smudge P.S. If I could choose any team to lose to it would be Brechin. But in all my time on the Forum, I've never bet the Boys to lose. S

John A great recipe for the slow cooker is a Pork Tenderloin (very cheap around here), cooked with, of all things, Root Beer! Overnight or through the day of work it's a great recipe. If pork tenderloin isn't that available for you you could try it with game meat. Smudge

Dumb question: Apart from the prestige, is there any other incentive for finishing 6th. rather than 7th? Do teams in the top six get $$$$$ ? Smudge

Does Heartland broadcast Saint's games? If not? Then they are Heartland Effm All. Smudge

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I'm hearing that this was great game. Scoreles draws don't usually get this response, so I will take it as read. However, I'm still biting my nails over this lack of goals. I believe that the Saints should seek a loan deal for Bobby Kemp from the Old Home F.C. That would solve the problem. And, (forgive me, Griff), get Johnny Liddel back from wherever he is. Smudge

Is this guy laid back or what?! I'm really concerned about this lack of scoring. I'm wondering if no goals for strikers (or any one else) is as contagious as scoring. Is it going to be that any goal opens the floodgates for a big glut of goals, or is the lack of scoring infectious? Seriously hoping it's the former. In my day we could score goals for fun. Ah well, off to play Frogger on 'me Commodore 64. And take 'me medication. Smudge

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