(09-24-2021, 01:47 PM)pondlife Wrote: in Fall.

Cowabunga dude

(09-24-2021, 01:55 PM)Hung S.J. Wrote:

Cowabunga dude

Think you need to be addressing the cowabunga shite with your wee lapdog, Hank.

How bad is the new Never Mind the Buzzcocks.

Never been the same since Amstel left

In an X factor audition worm hole. Classic this

https://youtu.be/qLVKPL9FwNQ

https://youtu.be/olifOg1-MRk

https://youtu.be/-a-zOteWWjE

Kick on acey son

At school did you's all use the phrase "he's after you"


e.g. "did you hear Jimmy is 'after' him.


It basically meant there is a hit/bounty on someone. Monty Chuckle and your job was to avoid this person for at least a month or two until he'd forgotten that he was 'after' you.


I've noticed so many things that feel natural/second nature but actually quite unique to your local place.

Had a mate who fucking everyone was after - Broomies, YST, Calder, Westburn, some of the big hitters too. He lived in Hailesland, and I'd usually walk him up to the Centre. Walking back from the Pitz was always a risky business like

(09-28-2021, 03:31 PM)Neave Wrote: Had a mate who fucking everyone was after - Broomies, YST, Calder, Westburn, some of the big hitters too.  He lived in Hailesland, and I'd usually walk him up to the Centre. Walking back from the Pitz was always a risky business like  

We used to egg the new build houses at Westburn and the "Westies" would chase us over the dual carriageway and down that wee path along the union canal. Proper heart palpatation thinking your going to die stuff. That feeling when you are shiting your pants while running fast so you feel like Forest Gump with your legs about to give way.

Winding up the older cackies at Scotmid was child's play in comparison.

Wait, did we egg Acey's future house?

I nearly got 'abducted' by the young team one day at school. End up scrapping with a boy one day because he went into my locker and nicked some stuff. Got his mates to come at the end of the day with a car and they tried to put me in the boot

Got away and legged it. Ended up getting on quite well with the guy in the end  

(09-28-2021, 04:00 PM)Mikey Wrote: I nearly got 'abducted' by the young team. End up scrapping with a boy one day because he went into my locker and nicked some stuff. Got his mates to come with a car and they tried to put me in the boot

Got away and legged it. Ended up getting on quite well with the guy in the end  

One of our younger mates was too slow got caught as we ran away from a young team through Bughtlin and he was chucked in the boot of one of their cars. They then did doughnuts around the Safeways east Craigs car park. He came out the car greetin.  

Funny how folk just go back to their parents house and off to bed not even mentioning the abuse that had been inflicted upon them that evening.  

I got battered at the old Shell garage in Dalkeith once because I was mates with a guy who folk from woodburn were after.

Wasn't even with him man, just wanted an ice pole.  

Cunt stubbed a fag out on my arm and leathered me up and down the place. We got him back a few days later. We used to get in daft predicaments all the time, but that was about the only time I was convinced I was ending up deed or at least, in the hospital.
Living in between woodburn and mayfield was quite the experience like

(09-28-2021, 04:11 PM)The Great Craigy G Wrote: I got battered at the old Shell garage in Dalkeith once because I was mates with a guy who folk from woodburn were after.

Wasn't even with him man, just wanted an ice pole.  

Cunt stubbed a fag out on my arm and leathered me up and down the place. We got him back a few days later. We used to get in daft predicaments all the time, but that was about the only time I was convinced I was ending up deed or at least, in the hospital.
Living in between woodburn and mayfield was quite the experience like

I had a mate from Bonnyrigg.

The stories from Woodburn Miners Club.

Widdy club

An absolute lottery going there. Guaranteed Either getting your hole or chibbed, or sometimes both from the same lassie.

Didn't even know any of these places existed growing up. Weren't remotely on my radar. Anything south of Princes Street might as well have been France. Dalkeith was some far away land that had a country park. Basically, if you weren't EH6 you were a gimp.

(09-28-2021, 03:10 PM)Hung S.J. Wrote: At school did you's all use the phrase "he's after you"


e.g. "did you hear Jimmy is 'after' him.


It basically meant there is a hit/bounty on someone. Monty Chuckle and your job was to avoid this person for at least a month or two until he'd forgotten that he was 'after' you.


I've noticed so many things that feel natural/second nature but actually quite unique to your local place.

There was a crazy family (McTaggart's) where I stayed who were at various stages in my youth always after me or my mates, we'd be regularly chased across the backs or through the scheme for being in the wrong street.

Thankfully when Cathkin (where I stayed) were fighting with Fernhill (where my granny stayed) I was always left alone as my Granny seemed to be on first name terms with all the head cases as she used to run the play scheme.

So while my mates were terrified to go near the place, I'd be able to wander up and down the golf course no bother at all.

The worst ones were when the Circuit v Halfway fights were happening at school, although not being on either side of that divide made for amusing viewing.

* here's Mad Mick McTaggart. https://www.google.co.uk/amp/s/www.daily...936451.amp

** And his sister Sandra.

https://www.google.co.uk/amp/s/www.daily...639364.amp

Can't find anything about Rab McTaggart, so I dare say he's probably dead.

Did anyone have a mad older cunt that was a sort of bogeyman figure, the ne plus ultra hard man of the toon. Usually would involve tales of a shotgun, broken legs and the like.

Some crack growing up in scotland.