Showing posts with label Falkirk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Falkirk. Show all posts

Saturday, 1 July 2017

The Virtuous Triangle

I have come to observe, by thinking too much about it, that when it comes down to it, I really don't give a shit about shit that happens outside of the Falkirk, Stirling & Alloa spheres of influence.

Good riddance the rest.

Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Water Polo

I, like most people, know little of water polo at the highest level.

Yes, I have read of Eastern Europeans growing, then sharpening their toenails to cut the opposition, and I have read of players booting the opposition in the knackers.

But that is nothing to do with anything, back in the 1980s I was a member of Falkirk Water Polo club, just a member, never played for the team.

What I am saying is basically, if I was so bad for an inconsequential side then how good do you have to be to play regional level Water Polo?

Friday, 2 May 2014

Edwin Muir, Scottish Journey, 1935

"As I neared Stirling I could see on my right a cloud of dense darkness, which showed where Falkirk lay around its furnaces. I decided I had seen enough of this ravaged country, and as I drove into Stirling with its bright, solid country town air, I felt as if I had been wandering in a strange World and was back again in the Scotland I knew."

Oops, sorry Edwin for the audacity of people to make stuff for a job, in Scotland of all places! Clearly this will never happen again.

Didn't mind it when Falkirk was making arms and explosives for the War soon to come though .....