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    how surprising

    in Jimmy Bell's Kitroom

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    The charts mean nothing these days. Haven't for a good ten years.

    And this manufacturing of a #1 these days is just further evidence of the modern disease of commercialised capitalism.

    very true danny , the charts used to be very popular and most people looked forward to finding out what was going to be no.1 :(

    How Good Was Christmas

    in Jimmy Bell's Kitroom

    Posted

    when you were a child and actualy believed in santa. staying up all christmas eve too excited too sleep. and going downstairs at 5am to open all your presents

    how i wish i was still 8 years old

    that is what christmas is all about these days , giving the kids a day they will never forget :D

    i remember mine when i was that age . . . . . . . . wonderful times

    how can you tell

    in Jimmy Bell's Kitroom

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    firstly put 5 marbles in your mouth

    secondly put your dick through a box of crackers

    then start singing hail hail

    every time you sing , you lose one of your marbles , so when you`ve lost all your marbles and your still f*****g crackers . . . . . . . . . . . . your a celtic fan :lol:

    Post a joke

    in Jimmy Bell's Kitroom

    Posted

    It was a nice sunny day when three men were walking down a country road, when they saw a bush with a pig's ass popping out.

    The first man says, "I wish that was Demi Moore's Ass"

    The second man says, "I wish that was Pamela Anderson's Ass."

    Then the third man says, "I wish it was dark." ;)

    good article

    in Jimmy Bell's Kitroom

    Posted

    thought this was a pretty good read and made me smile a bit as well :D

    They wanted a battle? We won the battle.

    They wanted to play football? We won the football match.

    They wanted to stay above us in the table? GET out of our way and don?t be so fu**in? cheeky!

    Aberdonians - KNOW YOUR PLACE!

    And if ye were ever in any danger of forgetting, the michty Bears of Ted soon rattled ye back ontae the road to self-deceptive flattery yesterday.

    Only one goal in it - but, in football, one goal?s as good as ten. A win is a win is a convincing bloody win.

    Yes, it may have looked as though we?d perhaps rattle in three or four before the break - we probably should have - but the similarities with Hibs at home two weeks previously would have been maybe a bit disturbing. We?d begin to think we could only win games in which we were coasting from the start. As this Gers side bonds and builds and gels as a unit we need to see them adding as much to the spiritual armoury as the technical. Celtic could easily have won last week and, for long spells, it was apparent we would not win that derby. For a few Gers sides of the past five years it?s either been going all right or all wrong in any given game - they haven?t had the grit to dig out the grey points, the draws which get you no real praise but cost ye so much effort. It?s so much hard to motivate yourself for simply the avoidance of humiliation. But it?s so much more vital and we did that last week in the Auld Firm derby. Aberdeen came at us hard and fast this week - the red menace gave it their all and their second half goal and almost five minutes of injury time allowed us to see another new facet of charcter emerging in Le Guen?s latest project: Don?t panic at the prospect of throwing away the proof of your superioroty.

    Hibs were destroyed at Ibrox a fortnight previously. By half-time that game was all over as one of the darlings of this season, one of the pretenders to second spot, one of the latest Great White Hopes for splitting the Old Firm, came to savage a wounded Rangers beast as they had done twice the season before. A Rangers annihilation of all their ambitions followed. Hibs lost three goals, scored nowt and started losing men to red and yellow cards.

    Aberdeen yesterday should have lost Diamond and Anderson, had the ref decided to follow the letter of the law - in Anderson?s case his petulance in booting the ball away was an effective facsimile of the ball-slamming huff which led to Ivan Sproule?s second yellow in Govan and in Diamond?s case he simply leaped over the ball with a two-footed attempt on Nachos ankle?s which was a straight red in anyone?s book. The ifs and buts of football are usually cancelled out, however, and in this match the home side hit our post twice. Why them hitting the post is ?hard luck? (it?s a miss!) yet Novo scooping the ball over the keeper and into the net when he was trying to shoot home in the first place is seen as ?jammy? I?ll never know - the law of pitying the weak clouds the judgemet of so many critics in Scotland and is the bane of our national team but, luckily, allows Rangers to march on to greater glory as Ibrox never blames others for our shortcomings. We just solve them.

    So it was 11 v 11 til the end and it was never Easy Street - yet we still looked comfortable and unruffled in the face of such determined opposition and such a partisan crowd (Pittodrie sold out for the first time in 11 years - GO BACK HOME YA PART-TIME SHEEP-WORRIERS! Oh - how GOOD did the travelling Teds sound on Setanta! Even an attempt at Hullo Hullo was drowned out by the Omerta RSC and a ?safer? ditty begun! It?s a game off AND on the park - and we?re winning both.). Against Hibs all our goals were carved out of a sustained domination of the first half - we had such control of the entire opening 45 minutes that the best paths to the net were reconnoitred many a time before being utilised - they were moments when Hibs stood back and admired our flicks and flashes, little dioramas of design which resulted in the inevitable:

    Against Aberdeen our goals came with red socks flying and studs borne. Every obsatcle they could muster was pitched our way by the Ayburdeeeen hordes. They were throwing the kitchen sink AND the sheep dip at us, going close in our box too. Nothing was made easy but nothing could stop us. Clement, Adam and Ferguson got their bodies in front of every derby-spirited Aberdeen battler. Aberdeen thought they?d show us passion, were full of their underhand dislike of our regal poise, felt themselves the weedy thorn in our majestically-groomed flank - as fans we laughed at it, spat it back down their throats. But our team simply steam-rollered over the top of it with Imperious disregard. Rangers kicked the shit out of these nasty bastards. We WERE the nasty bastards! HA-LE-LU-JAH! Clement and Adam are at last giving us that bit of needle - if not the outright brutality we still require for particular moments. In short, this time our goals came from wanting it more, from getting to that ball first, from refusing to let ANYTHING get in our way.

    Sionko was immense all game and no more so than in that glorious 2-and-a-half-minute spell in which we won the goal tally. The game itself was won in the first five minutes when Aberdeen realised that not only were Rangers savouring the physical side of it but that they were simply bouncing off their attempts at robustness AND we were playing football while doing so. Sionko - I read an interview with him three weeks ago in which he said he found the physical side of the Scottish game difficult to adjust to. Ever since that newspapre quote he seems to have been near psychotic in his desire for dishing out and taking the rough stuff. Like the rest of this team, he?s LEARNING FAST!

    Libor yesterday cut down that right wing and, just as I realised he?d switched over from left because he?s as intelligent as he is hardy, he cut a great ball back for Nacho. He wanted to sweep the ball low into the far corner, did Nach, but he skalffed it. And it arced over Langfield and looped down into the net behind the sheepish home keeper and we went ballistic. We?d been camped outside the Aberdeen box for a solid ten minutes before this - only ocassional Grampian attacks allowed - and the football was more complex and scintillating by the second. Some of Clement and Adam?s interplay around flailing studs was breathtaking. A goal HAD to come.

    Nach mis-hit his goal? So what? He was in the box and trying to score. Had he not made the great run, not had the effort, not had the distance and direction right, we wouldn?t be in the lead and EVERY ASPECT of Nacho?s play spoke of a man who will hammer away until the job is done - HOWEVER it?s done. TWICE I spotted him clearing the ball from the edge of our box during Aberdeen attacks and for his whole time on the pitch he was so industrious and unstoppable you actually tired for him. Ricky Foster though the had Nach in the corner, facing away from goal, shepherding the Spaniard safely away from danger. But Nach is ALWAYS dangerous when wearing Rangers Blue and he turned the Dons dunce and rifled in a low, hard ball to the edge of the six-yard box and, before three advancing Aberdonians, Sionko was in for the deftest conversion amidst a defensive maelstrom. He wanted it more than all of them, Nacho too.

    2-0 and, really, from there, in the next ten minutes we could have scored three or four. Didn?t happen and so we had to - if you?ll pardon the expression - see Rangers? new balls. We?ve learned how ?to administer the result? - we know how not to panic, how to feed off our footballing superiority for steadying confidence. We may not have the numerical adavantage we?d like in goals or players on the pitch but the substitutions of Novo and Prso revealed our best defensive option is actually to attack so much that the opposition can?t get too comfy in our half yet, when under pressure because our very own Private Pile, Filip Sebo, tried the spectacular rather than the simple in his desperate desire to justify his fee and our love and because Gavin Rae couldn?t help assisting the team of his roots with a suicidal back-header, we didn?t so much hang on to our 1-goal lead as cruise with it.

    (Phew! Long sentence eh? Well - that?s how breathless a game this was!)

    Hearts split the Old Firm last season. We recently went to Tynecastle and won. Hibs were next on the list of contenders - 3-0 and easy. Aberdeen got to second because we had celtic last Sunday - Aberdeen are back into third at the first opportunity. Celtic remain easily above us in this season?s campaign and the best side in Scotland right now but we now have a clear sight of them as our only worthwhile enemy. Everyone else has been come and found we have the better skills, the better fitness and now, most vitally, the bigger balls.

    There?s a difference between dressing room friction and a dressing room rift. Jim ?Journo? Traynor yesterday informed us that so many foreign players at Ibrox meant we could possibly lack the spirit necessary to save a game when we were 1-0 down with ten minutes to go. He seemed to forget we were 1-0 down with two minutes remaining the previosu Sunday and just kept going til we equalised. He may already have forgotten that, at Pittodrie, we were only one up with seven minutes remaining, despite having the game in our back pocket for so long - but it didn?t phase us, it didn?t effect us - we just won.

    The native tongue is irrelevant. The accent, the ethnicity, the taste in food, drink and clothes is by the bye. On a football pitch, bottle is the Lingua Franca - everybody at Ibrox understands guts and determination. And that?s the language in which our Rangers are fluent once more.

    Post a joke

    in Jimmy Bell's Kitroom

    Posted

    A man and his wife are returning from holiday, while on holiday they decided to buy themselves some pets, he bought a snake while the woman got a skunk.

    As they are passing through airport control they notice a sign which says

    "NO ANIMALS WILL BE ALLOWED THROUGH QUARANTINE"

    Slightly distressed the woman turns to her husband and asks what they should do. After thinking hard for 5 minutes the man come up with a plan

    "what I'll do is tie the snake around my waist and try to pretend that it's a snake skin belt"

    "Yes" the woman replies "but what about the skunk?"

    "I don't know, you'll just have to hide it up your skirt"

    "but what about the smell?" the woman asks.

    To which the man replies "Look, if it dies it dies!" :P

    is it just me?

    in Jimmy Bell's Kitroom

    Posted

    everybody in this thread is a bit  :( about xmas and i dont really feel that bothered about it myself  :huh:

    but if you talk like this to your pals , all you get told is cheer up , enjoy yourself . . . . . its xmas  <clack>

    im not really bothered by it, just dont get exited by it now, its also some of the songs the play at the shops <clack>

    cant wait for new year partay (beer)

    think you are the same as me m8 , glad when its all over :lol:

    leave it for the kids and bring on the new year (beer1)

    I'm away to the Airport

    in Jimmy Bell's Kitroom

    Posted

    <yes>

    Flying off to Tenerife for the week (tu)

    So I wanted to take this opportunity to wish all you RM'ers a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year (spl)

    See you later Troops <tankkk>

    (horse)

    hope you have a belting holiday m8 (beer1) and seasons greetings to you and the family :D

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