No a guid weeken for the spaein. Ainlie the Arbroath result richt in the Championship, an it disnae feel richt takkin credit for the richt Bhoys Buddies result efter 90 meenits whan St Mirren teuk sic a scutchin in ET.
Onyhou, normal service neist week 😀
A bit o last meenit #FitbaSpaeman the day.
The Tassie:
EFTER 90 MEENITS
Pars 1 - 2 Bairns
Bhoys 1 - 1 Buddies
An The Championship an aw:
Diamonds 0 - 2 The Jags, The Harry Wraggs, The Maryhill Magyars, etc
Red Lichties 1 - 0 Rovers
Ton 1 - 1 Spiders
Staggies 1 - 2 Honest Men
MON EH FITBA!
THE BALD EAGLETS ARE BEING FED
www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4-L...
😅👍
Planet of the Gypes.
Sort of on location. 😃
3 colours available online now.
#aberdeen #clothingbrand #clothingbrands #streetwear
Whit a weeken o gemms!
Dandies Ding Hibees!
Bhoys Batter Buddies!
Arabs Awn Livi!
Herts Hump Well!
Teds Tan Bairns!
(Killie draw wi Dundee)
It's the Tassie neist week, sae A micht stravaig intae the Championship for the spaein an aw.
Or micht no.
MON EH FITBA!!!
Aye weel, aw the ither teams get cried names thir fans wadnae find faut wi. Cryin the Sheep the Sheep didnae seem fair.
They hae eneuch tae wirry aboot the noo 😬
Richt: we'r gettin intae squaiky hoop time for the fitba, sae here ma #FitbaSpaeman patter for the last gemm afore the split:
Dandies 1 - 2 Hibees
Bhoys 2 - 0 Buddies
Arabs 1 - 1 Livi
Jambos 1 - 0 Well
Killie 1 - 2 Dee
Bairns 1 - 2 Teds
MON EH FITBA!!!
A got yin score BANG ON an twa richt results. Didnae see Bairns tannin Well at aw. A think we can say noo that the Steelmen's title howps ur by for anither year.
An Herts ur tap yet; for hou lang but? Shairly the neist sax gemms ur the maist creetical in ony saison for DECADES.
🚨 Christina Koch has officially become the farthest any woman has ever traveled from Earth
Richt, a wee bit o the auld Pasch #FitbaSpaeman patter:
Hibees 2 - 1 Killie
Well 1 - 1 Bairns
Teds 2 - 0 Arabs
Buddies 1 - 1 Sheep
Livi 0 - 1 Jambos
Dee 1 - 2 Bhoys
MON EH FITBA!!!
ITALY URNAE!!!!!!
Wrang scores.
Richt results.
Richt sentiment. Aw optimeesm awa.
Wild tae think we'r gaun an Italy micht no be.
Fowerty five meenits A'll no get back.
A'll dip ma taes in international watters wi the #FitbaSpaeman patter this weeken/Tuesday:
🏴 1 - 3 🇯🇵
🏴 0 - 2 🇨🇮
Aye. Twa optimeesm-champin dingins tae get us doon in the mooth.
MON EH SCOTLAND
Aye juist seen that. Thank feck for McTominay, Shankland, Tierney and McLean. Dinnae think ma hert cud hae teuk the play affs.
An A dinnae think we'd get throu 😬
Whit a weeken!
For the first time in a while A didnae get ony BANG ON, an A ainlie got twa results richt an aw.
Celtic urnae quite oot it yet. Gin Berrz or Herts dae wi the league but they'll want tae gie a medal tae Wilfried Nancy.
An A think for Herts fae noo on A'll be spaein 1 - 0 ilka gemm.
Yon last skeet wis 2/2
An noo this yin is 3/2 😮
I'm less concerned about sharing the text of The Watergaw by Hugh MacDairmid: The Watergaw Ae weet forenicht i’ the yow-trummle I saw yon antrin thing, A watergaw wi’ its chitterin’ licht Ayont the on-ding; An’ I thocht o’ the last wild look ye gied Afore ye deed! There was nae reek i’ the laverock’s hoose That nicht—an’ nane i’ mine; But I hae thocht o’ that foolish licht Ever sin’ syne; An’ I think that mebbe at last I ken What your look meant then.
The daith o a thrawn bugger in yon poyum pits me in mind o ma evendoun favourite Scots poyum The Watergaw by Shuggie Mac.
Hae a blast o it an aw:
The image shows the text of the poem Nae Flooers by Ann McKinnon. The full text is not in the alt text as I don't have permission from the poet to share the poem in the image, never mind here, in alt text that can no doubt be crawled by a bot and used to train LLMs. Sorry!
Seein as hou it's Warld Poyetry Day the day A thocht A'd skair wi youse a poyum in Scots that A'm fair intae the noo. It's cried Nae Flooers by Ann McKinnon fae the quair o the same name ( @tapsalteerie.bsky.social, 2015) 1/2
#WorldPoetryDay
#WorldPoetryDay2026
This is utterly jaw-dropping.
A school that bans Atwood, Zadie Smith, Terry effing Pratchett and *literal George Orwell* is actively harming its pupils.
www.indexoncensorship.org/2026/03/scho...
Gin ye'r interestit in chat aboot the Leid @illandancient.bsky.social haes stertit up a Scots Language reddit:
www.reddit.com/r/ScotsLangu...
Mon an jine in. The mair the merrier!
😀😀😀
#Scots #ScotsLeid #ScotsLanguage
Here the #FitbaSpaeman patter for the weekend aheid:
Bairns 2 - 0 Buddies
Jambos 2 - 0 Dee
Killie 1 - 1 Livi
Well 1 - 2 Hibees
Teds 2 - 1 Sheep
Arabs 1 - 2 Bhoys
MON EH FITBA!!!
Got the Sheep/Bairns score BANG ON and the Bhoys an the Teds results richt.
An A'm BEALIN wi masel for no gaun for Killie. A feelt it in ma banes that Herts wur thare tae get bate. Juist cudnae back Killie efter gettin ma fingers burnt wi them afore.
Maks it aw the mair interestin but, dint it? 😃
Despatches Home William Neill At last we have them all well fooled, well tamed; they use our baths and lard themselves with oil, truss up their souls and bodies in the toga. The squireens speak school-Latin and affect misunderstanding of the kerns from their estates (less slaves these than their masters whom we have flattered into Roman ways). Now, when our swords save them from their own kin and mind plays traitor, there’s no need for gyves. Up in the hills, I grant you, there are those whose hides are dun with peat-reek and who keep their arms tough as our own with “Parry! Thrust! Recover!” Who watch and watch, and hope that we grow weak. Ungovernable these, growling in their own speech; lean as the wolves they prowl their bracken dales, dream vengeance as the bards sing round their fires. They curse their former lords – lost to Catullus – and snarl like tigers when we bay them up. Holding for the most part, then, to the Pax Romana, out from the hills some few attempt their bloody mischief on dark nights. These demons armoured in enamelled bronze hate us as we hate them. We both despise the Latin-lisping traitors of the town.
At last we have them all well fooled, well tamed;
they use our baths and lard themselves with oil,
truss up their souls and bodies in the toga…
—William Neill (1922–2010), “Despatches Home”
from DESPATCHES HOME (Reprographia, 1972)
A #Roman #poem for the #IdesofMarch
#poetry #RomanBritain
Here a bit o the auld #FitbaSpaeman patter for the weeken:
Sheep 1 - 1 Bairns
Bhoys 2 - 1 Well
Hibees 2 - 1 Livi
Killie 0 - 1 Jambos
Buddies 0 - 2 Teds
Dee 2 - 1 Arabs
MON EH FITBA!
(Stey aff the pitch but, eh?)
Bagpuss on the twenty.
Bungle from Rainbow on the ten.
Give the people what they want.
Whit's yer thochts on yer new gaffer?
Naebodie fails quite like managers in Scottish fitba, eh?
