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Head Over Heels

Last night in a windy spectacle at the foot of Dumbarton Rock, and watched by a few hardy souls, the local side were dominating proceedings but were a goal down to Alloa with 15 minutes to go.

Then, from a Mark Gilhaney cross, Brian Prunty performed his speciality

Perhaps not just as deft as his shot v Livi as it didn’t involve controlling the ball with his chest first and the shot didn’t have quite as impressive a trajectory. Still it was in the back of the net and a fine goal at that. The Alloa goal from Kevin Cawley, from a narrow angle was none to bad either.

Indelible Stupidity?

I never had the urge to get a tattoo. Perhaps it was the early influence of my father. When I was but a nipper, a neighbour, a middle-aged man who had been in the navy had lots of tattoos. As his skin had stretched with age, the tattoos had blurred accordingly.

“Don’t ever get a tattoo son or you’ll end up looking like that” was the old man’s take on things. As I looked upon the man whose tattoos had turned into a horrible scrawly picture akin to some highly visible blue veins on his limbs and torso, I think I resolved sub consciously never to let anyone with a needle and ink near my skin.

There were kids at school who had home-made tattoos that they did with a pin or needle and some ink. As I got older it was amusing to see some folk with names of ex girlfriends or partners on their arm.

In the last twenty years or so the bloody things have exploded in popularity. David Beckham has a lot to answer for in this respect. However it was another footballer, Ryan Stevenson of Hearts who caught my eye at the weekend….


Why would you want to embellish your skin in this way? I simply can’t understand it. The recent revelation by David Dimblebey that he had got a tattoo to celebrate his 70th birthday proves that the desire is no respector of age, class or intelligence. Maybe Ryan Stevenson is happy with his tattoos and if so, that’s his concern. I doubt if this Jambos fan remains happy with his though:


And does anyone know who Ally Mcoist is?


If any reader is thinking about getting themselves adorned, I’d recommend a wee trip here first.