Not ifs you is not fonds of football...
Errr - trouble is that I'm a bit of a weirdo - I don't do sport, don't watch it and don't really care about it in any way shape or form. Never have since leaving school.
And I don't do flag waving or loyalty to groups wearing colours or stuff.
If push comes to shove I would support the person I liked best and I would not give a damn where they came from.
BTW - I used to have a Scottish accent - if you are in Primary school in Thurso you do tend to. But the English kids teased it out of me when we moved south.
Then you have answered your question your not Scottish !
If you're mad for Scottish football
Even though it's pretty poor
If your team in europe playing
In first round gets shown the door
If the players look like carthorses
The pitch is like a field
And the captain sticks the V's up
So his playing fate is sealed
You're a Jock, You're a Jock
You go to weddings and get drunk and wear a frock
Your team's all foreign, all gone the morn'
And the national squad get beat each year by Iceland, You're a Jock
If you're mad for flag supporting
But can hardly lift the pole
If on junk your kids are living
And you're scrounging off the dole
If your schooldays were suspended
Cos you couldn't take the stress
And you've got a social worker
To help you sort out your mess
You're a ned, You're a ned
In a basball cap and tracksuit, You're a ned
You like the MadDog and underage snog
And a Corsa with dropped-down suspension, You're a Ned
If your diet's pretty dodgy
Live on deep fried crap and pie
Smoke like lum and drink like drainpipe
Early days you're going to die
You've got furring of the arteries
Your only exercise
Is going down the bingo
For a chance to win a prize
You're a Chav, You've a Chav
Opportunities? You flushed them down the lav
You cannae read right, But Scottish Gov might
Give you all sorts of help to live the life you want to have
Every night you're on the bevvy
Thunderbird and Buckfast too
Join a gang and run frae polis
Think yer hard with schemie crew
Though you like your reek and jellies
It's the bottle thats your fave
And a jumping on bystander's head
Is all the buzz you crave
You're a Ned, You're a Ned
You've never worked, you never will, you stay in bed
You've got an ASBO, it makes the burds glow
And the Burberry cap just shows the world that you're a Ned
Last edited by Tubthumper; 02-Apr-10 at 11:24.
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Until moving here I have never really thought of myself as anything but British. Being English just meant I was born there, I never made a distinction between England, Scotland or Wales. I was born in the UK making me British. I love the diversity of the UK and I love Bagpipes as much as English countryside as much as 'Danny Boy'.
Since moving here I've found that it's considered 'normal' to make the distinction between English, Scottish etc.
I have no problem stating that as I was born in England to English parents, English grandparents and so on and so on, I'm classed as English and if I had to make the distinction then I would be proud to say I'm English.
What makes a Scot? I couldn't tell you to be honest but I'm guessing the same thing that makes an Englishman consider themselves English as opposed to British.
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.
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That is brilliant- you need to write a book Tub person- totally wicked.
So Veritas - let's get it straight then.
To be a Scot a love of Sport is compulsory.
That settles it then - I definitely have no claims at all.
I'll take the hit
I'm just a Brit
My veins are full of mongrel s***
With my assorted pedigree
all true Hibernians must agree
T'is just too sassenacheee.
Farewell ye banks o' bonny Doon
Ne'er more shall I see Thirza toon
My credentials are so out of order
I'd best stay well south o't Border
While Alex Salmond rules the land
This Gordon will not cry 'By Dand!'
My pretensions have been rumbled
My Aenglish pride full well humbled
To Caithness we'll be strangers
I've failed the test - of Celtic V Rangers.
Oh no wee John
You must not run
Fea the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomand
For you we cry
Our eyes won’t dry
‘till you return ta the land of mist and heather
for English we
have great need
to redress the balance in terms of numbers
so on ye go
along that road
high, till ye get back to Thirza Toon
Criket! that makes Tub's look good!
We're all human. Natives of planet Earth. What's the point in making any other distinction, it only serves to seperate us.
You get what you give
I actually had some numpty ask why I (as an English protestant) was supporting Celtic.
And the reason this towering intellect had arrived at this incisive conclusion?
I'd painted my garage door and fence green and white.
I'm not kidding - and neither was he.
I did not bother reading the post - answer is too obvious. A Scot is someone born and bred in Scotland. Colour or racial background of prior generations does not matter. Some will claim they are English because they have English parents but born and bread in Scotland - certainly Scottish.
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