Was Hippocrates a season ticket holder at Cathkin? Stone memorial hidden away at the back of the terracing.It's always nice to get aquainted with the appliances in ones new home. The Hoover, the washing machine, the cooker and the central heating. Oh, and the smoke alarm............
It was Sunday morning (ok, it was 1pm, but that's still the morning as far as I'm concerned.) and I'dstuck some toast on. I absently wandered through to the living room and stuck the tv on, only to become slightly transfixed by the hypnotic drone of the F1 car racing. God! I miss Murray Walker. The only man in the world that could make watching paint dry sound exciting. Instead we have a couple of inane public schoolboys to add to the tedium of watching 24 men driving round in circles for an hour and a half.
.........but I digress. It was around this point the bloody smoke alarm went off and I realised I'd burnt me toast. Thankfully nothing was on fire, but what to do about the infernal racket the alarm was making. I opened doors/windows to let the smoke out, but to no avail. I then tried holding the button on the alarm casing. Still nothing. next I unscrewed the casing and tried to wrench the battery out, only to find it was connected to the mains and any further tampering could see me doing a rather entertaining 'St Vitus Dance' atop a set of wobbly metal ladders. The next few hours are too tedious to go into, but by the time I'd asked the chap upstairs to give me a hand getting the battery out (I'm such a gurl!) and the girl next door had stuck her head in and wished me luck and little else, my nerves (and hearing) were more than a little frayed.
Anyway, my knowledge of household systems is a little clearer now I suppose, but I haven't made another slice of toast since............
Taking the nets down. All part of yr duty as a Thirds player.Ok. Some links. Third Lanark AC have a wee site up. It's not too flash but it does tell you when they're playing. It's free, you get to watch the game from the terracing of what was once known as Hampden Park (back in the mists of time), and more recently was the home of the last club to go out of business in Scotland, the original Third Lanark AC . It is just amateur football that gets played at Cathkin Park today, but the last time I went to see them, I came away wondering why I bothered going to Firhill at all. The video of the game can be found here. Mud, meaty tackles, loads of goals and some nice football, just ignore the naff Star Wars theme they've tacked onto the video in post production. Furthermore, if you watch between 7.31 and 7.46 you'll see my lanky frame descending the terrace steps behind the player being interviewed. Yes, I am an old buffer..........
Acrobatics in the penalty area
Panoramic view of Cathkin Park
2 comments:
I say, you have to have gone to public school to be able to describe the sheer tedium of a f1 race. You missed the point about Murray Walker. What made him was James Hunt. Once he had gave up (well okay died) Walker was exposed for the fraud that he was. South London Comprehensive.
Dashed happy to make your
aquaintance. BW
Yes, Mr Hunt was a bit posh. To be honest, I have no idea if the commentators on ITV are ex-public schoolboys or not. I think it's become a general epithet I use when referring to cars and the men who get excited by them. Top Gear doesn't help matters.
I liked Murray Walker. Anyone who could sound that exited about the worlds most tedious sport had to have something going for him, at least on a professional level.
I prefer bikes to be honest, and even at that, only speedway gives me much of a thrill these days. I like it's slightly grubby aura. The races are short too, so my ever dwindling attention span isn't taxed too much.
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