Gravy Train

25 Mar 19
Traders Outpost

For the majority of those that inhabit the world of financial speculation, the chant of correlation can be heard but it is the whisper of ‘co-integration’ that really makes you pick up your ears.

25 Mar 19
I'm a Writer, Yes, I Am!

Last night I finally got to watch Free Solo. There were a lot of things about it that bothered me, but I was not in the least bothered by Alex Honnold’s quest to climb El Cap without any protection at all. I was glad someone was at the top with ropes so he could get […]

24 Mar 19
Rayna Bakes

Hey readers. It’s been almost a year since I wrote my last post. I deleted it because I chose not to be a plumber. Instead, I prefer to bake cupcakes and play music at community theaters. On the last week of January, I went on a mini trip to Arizona with my mom to visit […]

24 Mar 19
Toronto Sun

It’s yet more proof that Toronto councillors have hopped back aboard the Gravy Train. In 2018 the city’s then-44 politicians helped themselves to “business” lunches and dinners, taxis (often for short distances); lots of pricey pre-election newsletters; town halls to spread their pet agendas and cartons upon cartons of compost — among other things — […]

24 Mar 19
The Scottish Sun
A BLOOD-ORANGE sun was sinking behind the trees as the players walked out side by side. But 3,455 miles away in Nursultan, it had already set on this European campaign. Kenny McLean celebrates scoring the opener in San Marino Because in the same freezing city and on the same plastic pitch where we had been taken apart just three days before, Russia had won with a cigar on. And just two games from ten into this group, Scotland need snookers. Yes, we can kid ourselves on all we like that there’s still everything to play for, that anything can happen and that there are no easy games at this level and blahdy blah. Let’s get real, though — and admit that us losing 3-0 to the Kazakhs then the Russians tonking them 4-0 has made our job ten times tougher than it was to start with. Johnny Russell with James Forrest and mark McNulty after second goal We were always going to have to finish above them to have a chance of qualifying. That meant matching them result for result, beating them at home and getting a draw over there. Yet here we are, one weekend gone, with them three points and seven goals better off in real terms. While we’re being booed to the rafters as a team of students and van drivers run us ragged. We had more than 600 Tartan Army troops in Kazakhstan. We had close to 3,000 is San Marino. They’re wonderful, loyal people any nation would swap their crown jewels for. But they’ve had enough. The abuse they threw at the blazers who run our game as this bedraggled, soulless display dragged on and on told us that for sure. Even when Johnny Russell finally gave us the breathing space of a second goal we scarcely deserved, the applause had barely died down before they were back to bawling ‘F*** The SFA’. An impotent cry, perhaps, seeing as Alan McRae, Rod Petrie and the rest of their crew are pretty much unf***able. From the heart, though, very much from the heart. They watch these guys progress through the ranks without having to prove their worth, see them cover each other’s backs wherever things go wrong, keep spending their hard-earned cash to follow us around the world cattle-class while the McRaes and Petries live large on expenses. Ian Maxwell, Rod Petrie and Alan McRae watch in San Marino On a night like this and in a situation like this, it all just feels beyond a joke. That’s why they didn’t scream at individual players, or call for the manager’s head even though few believe he’s the right man for the job, but instead went for the guys at the top. And they’re right, too. These are the men who gave us Berti and Burley, who couldn’t coax a wean out of a burning building never mind convince Michael O’Neill we were a good career move for him and who then panicked and hired Big Eck. These might not be the guys who pick the wrong team or who misplace the passes or sky the sitters, but they’re the ones who those fans turned again – and that very much tells the story of what the average Scottish fan thinks of where its national game is headed. Once upon a time, those same fans would have argued till they’d were tartan in the face that we’d bounce back from where we are this morning, they’d be in the stands with ten minutes of the final game to go and us 2-0 down, still believing we could score three. Those day are past now. And in the past they will remain unless there’s a root and branch revolution inside Hampden, a dismantling of the old boys’ network and a new breed put in place, a new, professional management structure for an ultra-professional era. [article-rail-curated title=”related stories” selected_posts=”4037556,4037471,4037610,4037446,4037262,4037197,4037002″ /] I mean, even if there was a will to change the manager – which for me would be the right thing to do – how can we trust them to pick the right replacement this time? The answer is that we can’t. Most wouldn’t trust these guys with the remote control for the telly, never mind the recruitment process for a £200,000-a-year job. Yet they swanned out of the posh seats, back inside for one last drop of vino, were whisked to the airport for the flight home, as serene and outwardly-unaffected by it all as they always are. Think what you like of Eck, but he hurts when we’re toiling. Slaughter the players all day long, but they care. The Blazers? I’m not sure winning or losing makes a blind bit of difference to some of them, so long as they stay on the gravy train. That’s why the fans picked them as their scapegoat last night rather than the ones in the dugout or on the pitch. That’s why they sang Sack The Board, over and over again. JIM DUFFY Scotland boss Alex McLeish shouldn’t be sacked and deserves more time See, they might not think Eck’s up to the job, but at least he’s doing his best. The players might have let themselves down through this double-header to forget, but at least they put a shift in. I am not and never have been convinced that the same can be said of the men who forever keep their heads below the parapet when the shot and shell’s flying, the men who always survive, the men who right their own rules so their mates all get a shot at running the show. They’re not the reason we lost in Kazakhstan and plodded so flat-footedly through this non-event of a win. But they’re the reason even the fiercest of diehard is losing faith in Scotland. As those fans trudged away at time up, the tannoy burst into life with Highway To Hell. This one goes out to Alan and Rod in the VIP Suite… Keep up to date with ALL the latest news and transfers from Scottish football plus fixtures, results and live match commentary  [bc_video video_id=”6017483033001″ account_id=”5067014667001″ player_id=”default” embed=”in-page” padding_top=”56%” autoplay=”” min_width=”0px” max_width=”640px” width=”100%” height=”100%” caption=”SunSport gives us an insight into the match day experience at the brand new Tottenham Hotspur Stadium”]
24 Mar 19
J.M. NORTHUP

About me: ANN HARRISON I am the proud single mother of a beautiful daughter, who is often the inspiration for many of my stories featuring children. I have three nieces and a nephew whom I love from the bottom of my heart.  I have found music to be a great source of healing throughout rough and painful […]

24 Mar 19
Marco Style

Lots of restaurants serve Sunday brunch. But sometimes you want to go out for eggs, mimosas and Bloody Marys on Saturday, too. In fact, “Where can I get Saturday brunch?” is one of the questions friends and readers ask me most frequently. So, here you go. I have a list of Richmond restaurants where I’ve […]

24 Mar 19
Eclairé a Pensé

Written March 24, 2019… After the news broke that there would be no further indictments coming from the Mueller investigation, my only comments on the matter were “I told you so.” There was nothing more to say about it at that moment, except to sit back and feel smug at being vindicated – but I […]

24 Mar 19
The Irish Sun
A BLOOD-ORANGE sun was sinking behind the trees as the players walked out side by side. But 3,455 miles away in Astana, it had already set on this European campaign. Kenny McLean wheels away after scoring the game’s opening goal against San Marino It was a clever flick header from McLean that put the Scots into the lead Because in the same freezing city and on the same plastic pitch where we’d been taken apart just three days before, Russia had won with a cigar on. And just two games from ten into this group, Scotland were needing snookers. Yes, we can kid ourselves on all we like that there’s still everything to play for and that anything can happen and that there are no easy games at this level and blahdy blah. Let’s get real, though – and admit that Scotland losing 3-0 to the Kazakhs then the Russians tonking them 4-0 has made the job ten times tougher than it was to start with. Scotland were always going to have to finish above them to have a chance of qualifying. That meant matching them result for result, beating them at home and getting a draw over there. [article-rail-section title=”Most Read In Football” posts_category=”10″ posts_number=”6″ query_type=”popular” /] Yet here we are, one weekend gone, with them three points and seven goals better off in real terms. While the Scots were being booed to the rafters as a team of students and van drivers run them ragged. Scotland had more than 600 Tartan Army troops in Kazakhstan. They had close to 3,000 for the San Marino game. They’re wonderful, loyal people any nation would swap their crown jewels for. But they’ve had enough. The abuse they threw at the blazers who run our game as this bedraggled, soul-less display dragged on and on told us that for sure. Even when Johnny Russell finally gave Scotland the breathing space of a second goal they scarcely deserved, the applause had barely died down before they were back to bawling F*** The SFA. An impotent cry, perhaps, seeing as Alan McRae and Rod Petrie and the rest of their crew are pretty much untouchable. From the heart, though, very much from the heart. [quote credit=”Bill Leckie for SunSport”]These are the men who gave us Berti and Burley, who couldn’t coax a wean out of a burning building[/quote] They watch these guys progress through the ranks without having to prove their worth, see them cover each other’s backs wherever things go wrong, keep spending their hard-earned cash to follow Scotland around the world cattle-class while the McRaes and Petries live large on expenses. And on a night like this, in a situation like this, it all just feels beyond a joke. That’s why they didn’t scream at individual players, or call for the manager’s head even though few believe he’s the right man for the job, but instead went for the guys at the top. And they’re right, too. These are the men who gave us Berti and Burley, who couldn’t coax a wean out of a burning building never mind convince Michael O’Neill we were a good career move for him and who then panicked and hired Big Eck. These might not be the guys who pick the wrong team or who misplace the passes or sky the sitters, but they’re the ones who those fans turned again – and that very much tells the story of what the average Scottish fan thinks of where its national game is headed. Can’t be trusted Once upon a time, those same fans would have argued till they’d were tartan in the face that we’d bounce back from where we are this morning, they’d be in the stands with ten minutes of the final game to go and Scotland2-0 down, still believing they could score three. Those day are past now. And in the past they will remain unless there’s a root and branch revolution inside Hampden, a dismantling of the old boys’ network and a new breed put in place, a new, professional management structure for an ultra-professional era. I mean, even if there was a will to change the manager – which for me would be the right thing to do – how can they be trusted to pick the right replacement this time? The answer is that they can’t. Most wouldn’t trust these guys with the remote control for the telly, never mind the recruitment process for a £200,000-a-year job. Yet last night they swanned out of the posh seats, back inside for one last drop of vino, were whisked to the airport for the flight home, as serene and outwardly-unaffected by it all as they always are. Think what you like of Eck, but he hurts when we’re toiling. Slaughter the players all day long, but they care. The Blazers? I’m not sure winning or losing makes a blind bit of difference to some of them, so long as they stay on the gravy train. That’s why the fans picked them as their scapegoat last night rather than the ones in the dugout or on the pitch. That’s why they sang Sack The Board, over and over again. See, they might not think Eck’s up to the job, but at least he’s doing his best. The players might have let themselves down through this double-header to forget, but at least they put a shift in. I am not and never have been convinced that the same can be said of the men who forever keep their heads below the parapet when the shot and shell’s flying, the men who always survive, the men who right their own rules so their mates all get a shot at running the show. [article-rail-section title=”Most Read In Sport” posts_category=”18″ posts_number=”6″ query_type=”popular” /] They’re not the reason we lost in Kazakhstan and plodded so flat-footedly through this non-event of a win. But they’re the reason even the fiercest of diehard is losing faith in Scotland. As those fans trudged away at time up, the tannoy burst into life with Highway To Hell. This one goes out to Alan and Rod in the VIP Suite… Johnny Russell is congratulated after scoring his side’s second goal
24 Mar 19
The Scottish Sun
A BLOOD-ORANGE sun was sinking behind the trees as the players walked out side by side. But 3,455 miles away in Astana, it had already set on this European campaign. Kenny McLean wheels away after scoring the game’s opening goal against San Marino It was a clever flick header from McLean that put the Scots into the lead Because in the same freezing city and on the same plastic pitch where we’d been taken apart just three days before, Russia had won with a cigar on. And just two games from ten into this group, Scotland were needing snookers. Yes, we can kid ourselves on all we like that there’s still everything to play for and that anything can happen and that there are no easy games at this level and blahdy blah. Let’s get real, though – and admit that Scotland losing 3-0 to the Kazakhs then the Russians tonking them 4-0 has made the job ten times tougher than it was to start with. Scotland were always going to have to finish above them to have a chance of qualifying. That meant matching them result for result, beating them at home and getting a draw over there. [article-rail-section title=”Most Read In Football” posts_category=”3″ posts_number=”6″ query_type=”popular” /] Yet here we are, one weekend gone, with them three points and seven goals better off in real terms. While the Scots were being booed to the rafters as a team of students and van drivers run them ragged. Scotland had more than 600 Tartan Army troops in Kazakhstan. They had close to 3,000 for the San Marino game. They’re wonderful, loyal people any nation would swap their crown jewels for. But they’ve had enough. The abuse they threw at the blazers who run our game as this bedraggled, soul-less display dragged on and on told us that for sure. Even when Johnny Russell finally gave Scotland the breathing space of a second goal they scarcely deserved, the applause had barely died down before they were back to bawling F*** The SFA. An impotent cry, perhaps, seeing as Alan McRae and Rod Petrie and the rest of their crew are pretty much untouchable. From the heart, though, very much from the heart. [quote credit=”Bill Leckie for SunSport”]These are the men who gave us Berti and Burley, who couldn’t coax a wean out of a burning building[/quote] They watch these guys progress through the ranks without having to prove their worth, see them cover each other’s backs wherever things go wrong, keep spending their hard-earned cash to follow Scotland around the world cattle-class while the McRaes and Petries live large on expenses. And on a night like this, in a situation like this, it all just feels beyond a joke. That’s why they didn’t scream at individual players, or call for the manager’s head even though few believe he’s the right man for the job, but instead went for the guys at the top. And they’re right, too. These are the men who gave us Berti and Burley, who couldn’t coax a wean out of a burning building never mind convince Michael O’Neill we were a good career move for him and who then panicked and hired Big Eck. These might not be the guys who pick the wrong team or who misplace the passes or sky the sitters, but they’re the ones who those fans turned again – and that very much tells the story of what the average Scottish fan thinks of where its national game is headed. Can’t be trusted Once upon a time, those same fans would have argued till they’d were tartan in the face that we’d bounce back from where we are this morning, they’d be in the stands with ten minutes of the final game to go and Scotland2-0 down, still believing they could score three. Those day are past now. And in the past they will remain unless there’s a root and branch revolution inside Hampden, a dismantling of the old boys’ network and a new breed put in place, a new, professional management structure for an ultra-professional era. I mean, even if there was a will to change the manager – which for me would be the right thing to do – how can they be trusted to pick the right replacement this time? The answer is that they can’t. Most wouldn’t trust these guys with the remote control for the telly, never mind the recruitment process for a £200,000-a-year job. Yet last night they swanned out of the posh seats, back inside for one last drop of vino, were whisked to the airport for the flight home, as serene and outwardly-unaffected by it all as they always are. Think what you like of Eck, but he hurts when we’re toiling. Slaughter the players all day long, but they care. The Blazers? I’m not sure winning or losing makes a blind bit of difference to some of them, so long as they stay on the gravy train. That’s why the fans picked them as their scapegoat last night rather than the ones in the dugout or on the pitch. That’s why they sang Sack The Board, over and over again. See, they might not think Eck’s up to the job, but at least he’s doing his best. The players might have let themselves down through this double-header to forget, but at least they put a shift in. I am not and never have been convinced that the same can be said of the men who forever keep their heads below the parapet when the shot and shell’s flying, the men who always survive, the men who right their own rules so their mates all get a shot at running the show. [article-rail-section title=”Most Read In Sport” posts_category=”4″ posts_number=”6″ query_type=”popular” /] They’re not the reason we lost in Kazakhstan and plodded so flat-footedly through this non-event of a win. But they’re the reason even the fiercest of diehard is losing faith in Scotland. As those fans trudged away at time up, the tannoy burst into life with Highway To Hell. This one goes out to Alan and Rod in the VIP Suite… Johnny Russell is congratulated after scoring his side’s second goal
24 Mar 19
The Sun
A BLOOD-ORANGE sun was sinking behind the trees as the players walked out side by side. But 3,455 miles away in Astana, it had already set on this European campaign. Kenny McLean wheels away after scoring the game’s opening goal against San Marino It was a clever flick header from McLean that put the Scots into the lead Because in the same freezing city and on the same plastic pitch where we’d been taken apart just three days before, Russia had won with a cigar on. And just two games from ten into this group, Scotland were needing snookers. Yes, we can kid ourselves on all we like that there’s still everything to play for and that anything can happen and that there are no easy games at this level and blahdy blah. Let’s get real, though – and admit that Scotland losing 3-0 to the Kazakhs then the Russians tonking them 4-0 has made the job ten times tougher than it was to start with. Scotland were always going to have to finish above them to have a chance of qualifying. That meant matching them result for result, beating them at home and getting a draw over there. [article-rail-section title=”Most Read In Football” posts_category=”339″ posts_number=”6″ query_type=”popular” /] Yet here we are, one weekend gone, with them three points and seven goals better off in real terms. While the Scots were being booed to the rafters as a team of students and van drivers run them ragged. Scotland had more than 600 Tartan Army troops in Kazakhstan. They had close to 3,000 for the San Marino game. They’re wonderful, loyal people any nation would swap their crown jewels for. But they’ve had enough. The abuse they threw at the blazers who run our game as this bedraggled, soul-less display dragged on and on told us that for sure. Even when Johnny Russell finally gave Scotland the breathing space of a second goal they scarcely deserved, the applause had barely died down before they were back to bawling F*** The SFA. An impotent cry, perhaps, seeing as Alan McRae and Rod Petrie and the rest of their crew are pretty much untouchable. From the heart, though, very much from the heart. [quote credit=”Bill Leckie for SunSport”]These are the men who gave us Berti and Burley, who couldn’t coax a wean out of a burning building[/quote] They watch these guys progress through the ranks without having to prove their worth, see them cover each other’s backs wherever things go wrong, keep spending their hard-earned cash to follow Scotland around the world cattle-class while the McRaes and Petries live large on expenses. And on a night like this, in a situation like this, it all just feels beyond a joke. That’s why they didn’t scream at individual players, or call for the manager’s head even though few believe he’s the right man for the job, but instead went for the guys at the top. And they’re right, too. These are the men who gave us Berti and Burley, who couldn’t coax a wean out of a burning building never mind convince Michael O’Neill we were a good career move for him and who then panicked and hired Big Eck. These might not be the guys who pick the wrong team or who misplace the passes or sky the sitters, but they’re the ones who those fans turned again – and that very much tells the story of what the average Scottish fan thinks of where its national game is headed. Can’t be trusted Once upon a time, those same fans would have argued till they’d were tartan in the face that we’d bounce back from where we are this morning, they’d be in the stands with ten minutes of the final game to go and Scotland2-0 down, still believing they could score three. Those day are past now. And in the past they will remain unless there’s a root and branch revolution inside Hampden, a dismantling of the old boys’ network and a new breed put in place, a new, professional management structure for an ultra-professional era. I mean, even if there was a will to change the manager – which for me would be the right thing to do – how can they be trusted to pick the right replacement this time? The answer is that they can’t. Most wouldn’t trust these guys with the remote control for the telly, never mind the recruitment process for a £200,000-a-year job. Yet last night they swanned out of the posh seats, back inside for one last drop of vino, were whisked to the airport for the flight home, as serene and outwardly-unaffected by it all as they always are. Think what you like of Eck, but he hurts when we’re toiling. Slaughter the players all day long, but they care. The Blazers? I’m not sure winning or losing makes a blind bit of difference to some of them, so long as they stay on the gravy train. That’s why the fans picked them as their scapegoat last night rather than the ones in the dugout or on the pitch. That’s why they sang Sack The Board, over and over again. See, they might not think Eck’s up to the job, but at least he’s doing his best. The players might have let themselves down through this double-header to forget, but at least they put a shift in. I am not and never have been convinced that the same can be said of the men who forever keep their heads below the parapet when the shot and shell’s flying, the men who always survive, the men who right their own rules so their mates all get a shot at running the show. [article-rail-section title=”Most Read In Sport” posts_category=”321″ posts_number=”6″ query_type=”popular” /] They’re not the reason we lost in Kazakhstan and plodded so flat-footedly through this non-event of a win. But they’re the reason even the fiercest of diehard is losing faith in Scotland. As those fans trudged away at time up, the tannoy burst into life with Highway To Hell. This one goes out to Alan and Rod in the VIP Suite… Johnny Russell is congratulated after scoring his side’s second goal
24 Mar 19
Camper Chronicles

When we were making our route to get to Phoenix we realized we would be going right past Howard and Linda who were staying in an RV Resort in Benson, AZ.  That opportunity was too good  to pass up, so we changed our route a liitle to stay in their park for two nights.  The […]

24 Mar 19
Auralcrave

A person enters the room, the frequency changes, the song dissolves and Pink, the only member of the band, makes his entrance. No, no one actually appears. But that’s how the B-side of one of Pink Floyd’s masterpieces begins: Wish You Were Here. Many fans, producers and technicians close to the band thought that “Pink […]

24 Mar 19
Chasing Laura

I had an idea I was going to start this blog with an introductory post; a mission statement of sorts. I was getting around to it. But yesterday Flynn and I had a particularly interesting time of it, so hang the introduction, I’m going to dive right in. My plan for yesterday was to head […]

24 Mar 19
AFROINSIDER

Ahh, so that’s how you get the electorate onside, then? Gwede Mantashe has been lambasted by social media users after a video of him playfully offering money to a voter surfaced online. The bizarre encounter happened while the ANC were ramping up their efforts to secure the support of voters in the Northern Cape. The […]

24 Mar 19
bigreadersite's Blog

This is a wonderful story of growing up in the hills of western Virginia during 1959. This was a hard time to grow up. This book has some bad language but is true to the time period. This takes place over about a year in these young people’s lives. This shows how people can be […]