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			<title>Atmosphere Tonight</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 23:45:42 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Best time I've had at ER for a long time, I thought the whole team were great tonight! 
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			<dc:creator>gramskiwood</dc:creator>
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			<title>Pars fans.</title>
			<link>http://www.hibs.net/entry.php?63-Pars-fans</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 23:26:15 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I thought they were brilliant all night, there was a group of young lads to the left who did'nt stop all night with their flags and drum, this is how it should be at football games! We all have far more in common than what divides us. If we could just get rid of the Bigot Brothers from the west I...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I thought they were brilliant all night, there was a group of young lads to the left who did'nt stop all night with their flags and drum, this is how it should be at football games! We all have far more in common than what divides us. If we could just get rid of the Bigot Brothers from the west I think we might be able to save the game in Scotland</blockquote>

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			<title>Who wants Calderwood to remain Manager</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 20:44:39 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[---Quote (Originally by Zander)--- 
He has to go 
 
At the moment can't see where the next win is going to come from. 
 
We got relegated because we waited too long to get Duff Jimmy out and this is going to happen again under CC 
 
The man has one tactic - hoof it as high and hard as you can and...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I'm concerned that the damage done since 2007 is terminal and that even if we do somehow get up into the top 6, the players will get nosebleeds from their dizzy heights and, themselves, will start to believe (if they've not already) that they are a bottom 6 club then retreat back to their comfort zone of 8th. <br />
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I don't think the players or CC realise that we are actually one of the big fish in the little pond that is the SPL.</blockquote>

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			<title>Coopers Rest</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2011 18:09:47 GMT</pubDate>
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No! But it will be familiar faces I'm led to believe. 
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Lisa and Learn who worked there before.]]></description>
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			<title><![CDATA[Close Season: Volkswagen: The Making of "The Force" Commercial]]></title>
			<link>http://www.hibs.net/entry.php?48-Close-Season-Volkswagen-The-Making-of-quot-The-Force-quot-Commercial</link>
			<pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2011 11:58:09 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>its the close season and things are pretty quite. The new VW advert featuring a Jnr Darth Vader made me chuckle, and I found this on YouTube when browsing around. 
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">its the close season and things are pretty quite. The new VW advert featuring a Jnr Darth Vader made me chuckle, and I found this on YouTube when browsing around.<br />

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			<dc:creator>jonty</dc:creator>
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			<title>Jings Crivvens Help Ma Bob, Gibby Wants the Bosses Job!</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2010 20:19:37 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I shouldn't be doing this, I really shouldn't. But seeing as RBS has totally arsed the NHS, I have nothing to lose. 
 
Against my better judgement, not to mention professional codes, and medical ethics, I give you an excerpt of a conversation I overheard in Middleton's last week. 
 
 
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I shouldn't be doing this, I really shouldn't. But seeing as RBS has totally arsed the NHS, I have nothing to lose.<br />
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Against my better judgement, not to mention professional codes, and medical ethics, I give you an excerpt of a conversation I overheard in Middleton's last week.<br />
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			<dc:creator>Filled Rolls</dc:creator>
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			<title>Site Update: TapaTalk 1.2.3</title>
			<link>http://www.hibs.net/entry.php?22-Site-Update-TapaTalk-1-2-3</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jul 2010 18:23:32 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[As it says on the tin, we've updated the site to the latest version of TapaTalk for you iPhone, Android and blackberry users. 
  
M59 reports that the logging in problem has been resolved and all now works as expected :thumbsup: 
  
  
  
(Apologies for the short update - having moved house...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">As it says on the tin, we've updated the site to the latest version of TapaTalk for you iPhone, Android and blackberry users.<br />
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M59 reports that the logging in problem has been resolved and all now works as expected :thumbsup:<br />
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(Apologies for the short update - having moved house recently I've found myself relying on mobile broadband and it's not all it's cracked up to be! Now if I can just stay connected long enough to post this up....)</blockquote>

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			<title>Going to the World</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 20:19:24 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Going to the World 
JUNE 14, 2010 
 
I went to the World Cup in 1966. I was 14 and it was no big deal, at least, not in today’s terms. A friend and I sent away for tickets for three games at Everton’s Goodison Park. They arrived in the post and we were all set. 
 
Getting there was easy too. A...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Going to the World<br />
JUNE 14, 2010<br />
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I went to the World Cup in 1966. I was 14 and it was no big deal, at least, not in today’s terms. A friend and I sent away for tickets for three games at Everton’s Goodison Park. They arrived in the post and we were all set.<br />
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Getting there was easy too. A short walk to the local station  in the Southport suburb of Birkdale, and then a 25 minute train journey. <br />
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As a Scot living in England, and in those pre-digital days, lacking much football news from north of the Border, I followed the England team’s preparations with mild interest. I don’t remember much about them being potential winners, just the controversy over whether the journeyman Roger Hunt should be preferred over the mercurial Jimmy Greaves in attack. I thought, and still do, that the choice of Hunt said all that needs to be said about Ramsay’s wingless approach to the beautiful game.<br />
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We were excited about going to the games, as you would expect any 14 year olds to be, but it was more about them being internationals, and seeing ‘foreign’ teams, than it was about it being the World Cup. There was inestimably less hype surrounding the whole affair then than there is now and those who weren’t interested in football took minimal interest in the whole show.<br />
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That’s  not to diminish its importance nor the sense of occasion, but it was about football rather than a sales opportunity for tv retailers and an advertising vehicle for multinationals.<br />
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The first game was Brazil v Bulgaria. The excitement was about Brazil – Pele and Garrincha, the goalie , Gilmar, and Santos the full back were all well known to us; the stir Brazil had caused in the 1958 Finals in Sweden had never really abated. Pele was the world’s best, but I specially wanted to see Garrincha – ‘the little bird’, the exquisitely gifted winger, with two ‘left legs’ after a car  crash.<br />
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However, there was mystery about the Bulgarians; there was very little football on television in those days – the Cup Final and Home Internationals, 30 minutes league highlights on a Saturday night and maybe 5 or 6 European and international games during the season. Very few foreign players played in the British Isles and, in addition, a very effective Iron Curtain meant we knew little about Bulgaria as a country, never mind its football.<br />
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I had started going to league games, at 4th Division Southport, three years earlier, so the gate of over 53000 was something new to me and there was also a strangeness in being part of a crowd of football enthusiasts, most of whom were there to enjoy the game rather than as supporters.<br />
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There was a small but noisy band of Brazilians and merely an official party of Bulgarians. Politically, as well as economically, the days of mass invasions by supporters were still far in the future, certainly from countries as far away politically as Bulgaria, or geographically as Brazil.<br />
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A feature of the games was the decision by the Liverpool crowd to support one side or the other. In this game it was clear that the Brazilians had our affections and there were some comical  attempts to approximate to the samba rhythms of the Brazilian drummer with familiar Merseyside handclapping.<br />
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Even without Brazil’s reputation, they would soon have gained the crowd’s sympathy as the Bulgarian’s quite cynically set out to intimidate the fast flowing Brazilians. They played in unadorned white strips with red edging on the sleeves, were all big, and, to our eyes, indistinguishable from each other, while the South Americans were in the more familiar, colourful, yellow, blue and green, and mesmerised us through Pele and Garrincha and their  cheeky skills.<br />
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In the end, it was a mix of emotions. We got to see Pele, he scored a great free kick and then the Bulgarians fouled him out of the whole competition, and with him any chance a fading Brazil side might have had. And I saw Garrincha score one of the best free kicks I’ve ever seen in nearly fifty years of spectating; I swear he bent it one way round the wall, and then the other way away from the keeper.  A great start!<br />
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<a href="http://&#91;youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pY2r6NT2yAw]" target="_blank">http://&amp;#91;youtube=http://www.youtube.c...v=pY2r6NT2yAw]</a><br />
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The next game was, again, South America v the Iron Curtain, as Brazil took on Hungary. Ten years on from the Hungarian Revolution, I don’t know if the Iron Curtain was thinner in that area, but we certainly knew more about them than the Bulgarians. In particular we were aware of the skills of Ferenc Bene and Florian Albert, of Ujpest Dozsa and Ferencvaros respectively.<br />
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It was mixed feelings again, for me, and for many in the crowd; we wanted Brazil to be as great as they had been before, but we recognised the skills of Hungary, and, in addition, their base was a hotel not 200 yards from my house. They trained at Southport’s ground and also in the grounds of the hotel. Symbolic of the days that were in it, I used to go down to the hotel, watch them train and get all their autographs. Though I’m sure there were Hungarian Party officials keeping an eye on them, there was not a hint of the kind of security we would get these days, and I remember the friendliness of the players, especially Bene and Albert, as they signed my book and tried pidgin English, and, also, the smell of their aftershave!<br />
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The Hungarians scored first, through Bene, and  though  Brazil equalised through the youngster, Tostao, Hungary were just too good, running out 3-1 winners. It was a fantastic game, still claimed by many to be one of the best games ever in World Cup Finals, and enhanced by the Liverpool crowd, who were  eventually won over by the skillful Hungarians. There was a bigger crowd from Hungary than there had been from Bulgaria, and they made quite a noise. The Liverpudlians aped the sounds  they heard and ended up chanting Ooh Ooh Magyar, over and over again.<br />
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My pal and I were well pleased with our two games so far. Our last game would be a quarter final tie, but we would have to wait to see who would be playing.<br />
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Initially, we were disappointed to hear it would be Portugal v North Korea. The Portuguese, with their young sensation, Eusebio, were thought by many to be good bets for the Cup, but North Korea were an unknown quantity, and very much the freak side of the competition. True they had beaten Italy, but they had played their games in the North East of England, at Sunderland’s Roker Park and Middlesbrough’s Ayersome Park. In those days, with few motorways and infrequent domestic flights, the north east was pretty isolated and even from Merseyside, events up there seemed quite remote. In addition, if Bulgaria and Hungary had been mysterious, North Korea were truly the unknown. They operated behind a barrier of secrecy and few in the west had any idea of what life in North Korea was like. The players were uniformly dressed, all looked similar and had names with which  the BBC’s David Coleman had great difficulty: Pak Du Ik, Han Bong Jin and Yang Sung Kook.<br />
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So, though excited to be attending a World Cup Quarter Final tie, we were expecting a very one sided match with an easy win for Portugal. At least we would have the chance to see the new sensation, Eusebio, the Black Pearl.<br />
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Well, football thrills by producing the unexpected. What we got was one of the most incredible games of all time. North Korea scored in the first minute, and after 25 minutes were 3-0 up. This was amazing stuff and the Liverpool crowd were as close to hysterical as I have ever heard a football crowd. Much as we admired the Portuguese, the whole country had fallen in love with the cheerful wee men from the east and now it seemed an unprecedented result was on the cards. The crowd roared, the Koreans skipped and buzzed……and then Eusebio made his mark. Four goals from the magician and the final score returned us to the reality of 5-3 to Portugal.<br />
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It was  a brilliant, enthralling game where sympathy for the plucky underdogs was equalled by appreciation of Portugal’s mastery, especially in the guise of Eusebio. Again, often talked of as one of the most intriguing games of all time, I hadn’t seen anything like it till I attended Motherwell 6 6 Hibs a few weeks ago, where Motherwell came back from 2-6 down. The difference was that, all those years ago, that game was based on wizardry; my recent experience, for all its excitement, was largely based on errors and poor play.<br />
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<a href="http://&#91;youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhqDT6RKcFE]" target="_blank">http://&amp;#91;youtube=http://www.youtube.c...v=GhqDT6RKcFE]</a><br />
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So that was my World Cup experience in 66. I was already an avid attender at live football, but I suspect these games in July 66 confirmed me as a life long football supporter.<br />
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We all expected Portugal to win the cup after that display, but they fell to England in the semi final, and, as we all know, the rest was history – and a particularly difficult time for a teenage Scot living in England.<br />
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The other night I watched South Africans interviewed on what the World Cup meant to them. Life has pulled so many foul tricks on those people and yet, compared to the cynical attitudes evinced in the western hemisphere, their sheer joy at the event was tangible and very genuine. I was moved nearly to tears as I recognised in those wildly celebrating people a lot of the simple enjoyment and wonder engendered in this writer as a fourteen year old in those distant black and white days of 66.<br />
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Did we appreciate it? Not then, I don’t suppose. This was the decade of the Beatles, Swinging Britain, the 68 Paris Riots and the Moon landing. My generation thought life would always be that exciting, that the likes of Pele would always be at the end of a short train journey, and that sport would always be valued for its own sake.<br />
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Life has taught us different, but, anyway, long live the World Cup!</blockquote>

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			<title>Site Update: TapaTalk 1.2.0</title>
			<link>http://www.hibs.net/entry.php?17-Site-Update-TapaTalk-1-2-0</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2010 10:22:21 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Today we've updated the TapaTalk plug-in that runs on the site. 
  
There were a few bugs with the initial vBulletin4 release but these should be addressed in this latest version. 
  
In addition, the latest app for the iPhone has been released which (amongst many fixes and UI enhancements) allows...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Today we've updated the TapaTalk plug-in that runs on the site.<br />
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There were a few bugs with the initial vBulletin4 release but these should be addressed in this latest version.<br />
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In addition, the latest app for the iPhone has been released which (amongst many fixes and UI enhancements) allows the screen to rotate to landscape mode.<br />
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I don't have and Android phone or iPhone to play with but it's thoroughly recommended. We currently have 55 users who view the forums using TapaTalk so it can't be that bad :greengrin<br />
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GGTTH</blockquote>

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			<dc:creator>jonty</dc:creator>
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			<title>vBulletin4: Issues with older Web Browsers</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2010 10:10:04 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>There have been a few queries since we upgraded the site to use the newest version of the forum software, vBulletin 4. 
  
These issues mainly revolve around how the board is styled - most notably with older browsers and Internet Explorer 8 Compatability View. 
  
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">There have been a few queries since we upgraded the site to use the newest version of the forum software, vBulletin 4.<br />
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These issues mainly revolve around how the board is styled - most notably with older browsers and Internet Explorer 8 Compatability View.<br />
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Below are some screenshots to show you the differences.<br />
With older version of Firefox, Internet Explorer and IE8 Compatability View, the site can look like this:<br />
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To turn off Compatability View in IE, on the tools menu select 'Compatability View' or select the 'Compatability View' icon to the right of the address bar, beside the 'refesh' icon.<br />
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If that option isn't available and you're in an enterprise environment it's possible that your administrator has disabled it.<br />
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IE8 has been on general availability for over a year (two years if you ventured into Beta territory!) and Firefox 3.5 for almost a year (3.6 was released in January 2010). We'd always recommend using the latest, stable, version of your favourite browser.<br />
You can select from a range of the latest browsers here:<br />
<a href="http://www.browserchoice.eu" target="_blank">http://www.browserchoice.eu</a><br />
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If you don't want to upgrade to the latest version of your browser why not try a portable version of firefox? Available <a href="http://portableapps.com/apps/internet/firefox_portable" target="_blank">here</a> you can extract it to a folder or usb drive and run from there.<br />
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As always, vBulletin are working on patches and fixes, and we ourselves try to tweak the boards to help you (and other forum admins) enjoy the forums.<br />
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We'll keep you updated of any updates and upgrades happening around the boards.<br />
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			<title><![CDATA[It's all gone back to front........]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2010 23:26:06 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>It’s probably redundant to say that when sports news transfers from back page to front page, things are not good. Well, there’s been a bellyful of that kind of caper over the past month or so and it makes any sports fan question their commitment, and indeed, the reasons why sport is important to...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">It’s probably redundant to say that when sports news transfers from back page to front page, things are not good. Well, there’s been a bellyful of that kind of caper over the past month or so and it makes any sports fan question their commitment, and indeed, the reasons why sport is important to them.<br />
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While most sports fans are reasonably measured in their addiction, there are those, of course, for whom sport is an unhealthy obsession: children called after complete football teams, jobs, social contacts or family business relegated to second place, identification with a team or player that is taken to ludicrous extremes. I remember reading first in Hunter Davies’ excellent account of a season with Tottenham Hotspur – ‘The Glory Game” about fairly well off supporters who made it their business to discover which hotel the team would be in before a game and then turned up every week so they could ‘bump into’ their heroes and claim some kind of familiarity.<br />
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Those stories, of course, originated  over forty years ago, long before you could officially ‘pay for access’ to sports stars and the inner sanctums of sports organisations. It seems these days that if you have enough money and/or influence, then you can not only by proximity to the galacticos of sport, you can actually buy the club or, effectively, the player – at least in terms of publicity, marketing and career planning. We shouldn’t be surprised, of course, that young people of varying intellectual capacity, famous for high end sports ability,  are targeted by those with a penchant for making money. These days, it seems, the whole point of sports is that it has become a money making opportunity. As recently as ten or fifteen years ago, Formula  One motor racing was regularly and roundly condemned for being merely ‘advertising boards going quickly round a track’. Nowadays, with adjustment for the nature of the sport, the same could be said of virtually every major sporting activity, especially if it is in vogue with the television companies.<br />
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When Hollywood operated in similar fashion to top league football today – stars bought and sold, talent often subjugated to marketing expediency – it was frequently claimed that all publicity is good publicity. Fabio Capelli, John Terry, Ashley Cole and Wayne Bridge may be likely to dispute that claim just now, but they can hardly be surprised at where they have arrived.<br />
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There are, indeed, strange forces at work. Football, once the preserve of the working classes and the great unwashed, has been tarted up and made presentable to the Gods of television sales; athletics, tennis and horse racing are similarly arranged round tv schedules and advertisers needs. Sports grounds feel the need to show instant replays on giant screens to an audience who have just witnessed the action live. We have rising generations who don’t believe anything is real unless it has been seen on a screen and nobody is worthwhile unless they have reached some kind of cinematic importance.<br />
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And where in this lies sport and its provenance? Where now Roger Bannister and his sub 4 minute mile, Jack Kramer and Fred Perry, Jim Laker and Brian Statham – heroes all who performed for love of the game, not love of the fame? Making money from sport isn’t new – God knows Denis Compton made a fortune out of endorsing Brylcreem – but it wasn’t the reason he played cricket and football, and it didn’t control how he played, where he played or what he said.<br />
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Sport has always been about competition and it hasn’t always been dazzlingly clean in its execution, but it used to be practised for its own sake, a repository for youngsters’ dreams, a proving ground for talent and determination, a positive opportunity to show humanity at its best, away from the grim realities of commerce, and from the drudgery of every day life – whether you watched or took part, and at whatever level you did so. These days it has become another arm of commerce, ground down by the demands of fake celebrity and witless fodder for a media ever more desperate to sell copies.<br />
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In Duncan Hamilton’s excellent biography of Harold Larwood, he tells of Australian captain, Bill Woodfull, personally bruised and battered by Larwood’s bowling in the infamous Bodyline series, leading a side that had lost the Ashes in the most contentious manner possible,  batting against the English speed merchant in the final test. Larwood broke down after the first ball of an over and only completed the over on the strict instruction of Jardine, his captain. Unable to bowl properly, he tossed down slow long hops. Here was the perfect chance for a measure of revenge against the Australian’s chief torturer. How good five sixes would have felt for Woodfull. Brave man that he was, he refused to take advantage of his injured opponent and dead batted each ball back to the Englishman.<br />
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Now that was a sports story fit for the front page!</blockquote>

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			<title>Sobering thoughts.</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 29 May 2010 22:50:01 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>It’s a  Saturday night. Like most Saturday nights almost anywhere in Britain, a  number of the town’s residents have been to the pubs and bars for  anything up to 4 or 5 hours. There’s an intermittent cacophony of  whooping and giddy laughter for around half an hour as the revellers  return home in...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><div style="text-align: left;">It’s a  Saturday night. Like most Saturday nights almost anywhere in Britain, a  number of the town’s residents have been to the pubs and bars for  anything up to 4 or 5 hours. There’s an intermittent cacophony of  whooping and giddy laughter for around half an hour as the revellers  return home in zigzagging lines of drunken unawareness. It’s safe to say  a number of them will wake up feeling rather rough, and many will vow  never to drink again, until at least the next weekend, when the whole  act is repeated.<br />
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</div> <div style="text-align: left;">A number of visitors to Britain as a whole  are shocked and somewhat confused by the booze culture that seems to exist here.   It isn’t confined to the British Isles, either. A large number of ‘18-30’  holidaymakers descending on places such as Kos and Zante bring that  booze culture with them, and a trawl through the darker depths of late-night digital television channels throws up programmes with titles like  ‘Boozed-up Brits Abroad,’ of which the content is fairly self  explanatory. This alarming trend for glorifying alcohol isn’t a recent  development. Reports of alcohol-fuelled ‘initiations’ for university  societies and sports clubs are becoming more and more common. ‘Carnage  UK,’ a group that organises student events throughout England has been  repeatedly criticised for actively promoting excessive drinking,  something the group itself denies, claiming that individual university  student unions were far more likely to offer cheaper drinks deals than  were available during the ‘Carnage’ events.<br />
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</div> <div style="text-align: left;">In terms of underage drinking in Britain,  and in Scotland especially, there are some quite alarming statistics.  Alcohol Statistics Scotland 2005 reported that 40% of 15 year-old boys  and 46% of 15 year-old girls had admitted drinking in the previous week.  Even more worryingly, the numbers of 13 year-olds drinking doubled  between 1990 and 2004. From another reports on alcohol statistics in  Scotland, 93% of men and 87% of women aged 16-74 drink alcohol, with 74%  of men and 53% of women having had a drink in the last week. The main  problem seems to centre on the difficulties of reducing the amount  people drink, or making drinkers more aware of the effects, both long and short term, of alcohol. Drinks deals in bars and supermarkets certainly don’t  help. On an average Friday night out, I personally might drink more than  I would normally, but not to the point that I'd lose control. Sadly, it’s  not unusual to come across several people like that on a night out. The  arguments for it are that it’s a way of relieving stress and unwinding.  The reality is that it doesn’t really provide anything positive in the long  run.<br />
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</div> <div style="text-align: left;">Perhaps the  aptly-titled ‘beer pressure,’ in which we feel pressured to drink  because our friends are drinking is one cause for the apparent booze culture in this country, or maybe drinking is seen  as de rigueur when on a night out. The fact remains that there isn't a black and white answer to why, as a nation, we drink so much.<br />
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</div> <div style="text-align: left;">The recent changes in licensing laws in  Scotland, particularly the regulation of the hours of sale and the  limitations on drinks deals, suggest that the issue of the ‘booze  culture’ is finally being addressed, though there will undoubtedly  continue to be alcohol related incidents, whether it be drink-driving,  poor decision-making or violent incidents. It’s heartening to see the  Scottish Parliament taking steps to try and regulate the sale and  consumption of alcohol, but is it too little too late?</div></blockquote>

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			<title>wots the difference...</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 21:02:08 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[..between a blog and a post? is a blog for the free spirited unstuctured kinda folk,  the kinda quiet who don't mind if no one is listening folk or those that imagine the world is listening? 
 
I dunno either but I see some of my cartoons (http://www.hibs.net/content.php?3-half-time-cartoons) have...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">..between a blog and a post? is a blog for the free spirited unstuctured kinda folk,  the kinda quiet who don't mind if no one is listening folk or those that imagine the world is listening?<br />
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I dunno either but I see some of my <a href="http://www.hibs.net/content.php?3-half-time-cartoons" target="_blank">cartoons</a> have made it to the new board including the big surf or was that for some, a big smurf?  <br />
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course i can't see them due to some glitch but I'm probably in good company with all those who never read beyond the forums :greengrin</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[Last Week's TV]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 12:46:49 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>BBC 2 has been running a series of programmes about mental illness, two, which caught my eye, were *A History of the Madhouse* and *Sectioned*. 
 
It was refreshing to see the subject treated with an objective stance. A *History of the Madhouse* in particular was a dry-eyed commentary on the...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">BBC 2 has been running a series of programmes about mental illness, two, which caught my eye, were <b>A History of the Madhouse</b> and <b>Sectioned</b>.<br />
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It was refreshing to see the subject treated with an objective stance. A <b>History of the Madhouse</b> in particular was a dry-eyed commentary on the transition from the use of asylums to care in the community. Recounting some horrific stories of abuse of power and cruelty, it serves as a reminder of society is happy enough with problem people, if they are kept out of the way.<br />
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<b>Sectioned</b> took a look at people who have been detained under the Mental Health acts. I found it a tragic insight into how illness can blight people’s lives. <br />
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One of the patients was a bipolar pathologist who in his manic phase, decided to leave his wife and set up home elsewhere. His story was a common one, and it was tragic to see him once he started to come down, and realise what he had actually done.<br />
<br />
In the days before television, it used to be a popular Sunday past time to take a stroll down to the local asylum and have a laugh at the unfortunates detained there. (The walls outside psychiatric hospitals are not there to keep the patients in, they are there to protect them from voyeurism).<br />
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Nowadays we have reality TV. The latest offering being <b>The Scheme</b> (BBC1). It seems to me that shows like this are there to titillate those in more comfortable circumstances, and are not much better than freak shows.<br />
<br />
In a sense they illustrate the Pareto Principle a very small proportion of people in schemes are responsible for a very large proportion of the problems. <br />
<br />
Programmes like this do nothing to make the wasters confront their problems. All they do is make other people more embarrassed to say where they live.<br />
Schemes like Ortak (?) are not controlled be morality or humanity, but by drugs – legal and illegal. It is one step on from bread and circuses. <br />
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For the better off there is still simplistic gladiatorial competitions, like the<b> Champions League Final</b> (ITV1). The fact that this game has been switched to a Saturday night is a reminder of how far the sport has come from the days of wet windy terraces, populated by the males of the community. <br />
<br />
<u>It is now just another celebrity event, and – to me – is as close to real football as WWF is to fighting.</u><br />
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Much the same can be said of Davina McCall’s new show <b>Million Pound Drop</b> (C4). This is a show that manages to make a quiz with seven questions to be answered last for an hour.<br />
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All the lasers, flashing lights, audience whoops and dozy contestants in the world can’t disguise this programme’s lack of substance. As for Davina, she is as close to the likes of Bob Monkhouse and Bruce Forsyth in the compere stakes as Christian Nade is to Christian Ronaldo.<br />
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Did I take that too far?</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[Todays News, Tomorrow's Chip Paper]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 11:06:56 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Firstly, an apology to younger readers. You may not know this, but in the old days - before PC "went mad" - you used to get your fish supper wrapped in an old newspaper. 
 
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Firstly, an apology to younger readers. You may not know this, but in the old days - before PC &quot;went mad&quot; - you used to get your fish supper wrapped in an old newspaper.<br />
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The odd case of a lead poisoning was a small price to pay. Given the choice of a chance to catch up on old news, combined with a nutricious and tasty meal meant it was a risk worth taking.<br />
<br />
Now, I'm one of those types that likes a good moan. Given the current fashion for healthy eating and the lack of old newspaper packaging at my local chippie, I have been forced to actually <i>buy</i> newspapers again.<br />
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One that really grinds my gears, as Peter Griffin would say, is the News of the World. Everyweek I read apalling distortions of truth. I am so angry that I have to buy it again the next Sunday, just to make sure it was really as bad as I thought.<br />
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A classic example was a recent edition in which Bev Callard (Liz off Coronation Street) recounted her horrific &quot;Frankenstein Operation&quot;. There unfolded a tale of physical brutality, and Bev says she could smell the flesh burning in her brain.<br />
<br />
An alarming tale, and one that was completely based on innuendo to paint a grimmer picture of the procedure she'd been through. Constructed, no doubt, to encourage a bit of titillation over the Sunday roast, before the East Enders omnibus (how ironic).<br />
<br />
Bev had actually undergone Electro Convulsive Therapy. A treatment that involves brining on an epileptic fit by passing a light electrical current through the brain.<br />
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I am not going to criticise or defend this practice. Evidence is divided on how effective it works. What I do know, is that - administered under general anaesthetic there is no pain involved.<br />
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Reading the NOTW though, you had visions of white coated ghouls connecting anodes to her head, and then waiting for a thunder storm to adminster 30,000 volts to her brain.<br />
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This is the point where harmless titillation becomes more sinister to me. They could just as easily have written about the marvellous work done by Bev and those caring for her, to help her recover from her severe depression.<br />
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The journos will always say they print what people want to read. That may be true to an extent, but what happened about the power of the press to inform and educate people?<br />
<br />
In our society, there seems to be no point in allowing people time to ingest an argument and then form their own reasoning from the facts. Our Pot Noodle culture demands instant answers.<br />
<br />
One place I didn't expect to find sense was in the Sunday Post. Once described as Scotland's national comic, it is not noted for ground breaking investigative journalism.<br />
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I have spent years in a state of paranoia, convinced that every conversation I have had on public transport is being bugged by a Sunday Post man.<br />
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I used to examine the paper every Sunday in a fever desperately looking for the words that would destroy my life forever - &quot;a Sunday Post man was travelling on a 23 Bus the other day, when he heard this.....&quot;.<br />
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Luckily they never did print my thoughts on my Hearts supporting relatives, but the fear still remains. I am also fortunate never to have visited a tea room in Auchterderran where the table cloths were unwiped and they charged £1.50 for a pot of stewed tea.<br />
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Maybe that's thanks to the Sunday Post, maybe they have made a difference in our lives. I was certainly pleasantly surprised at their sensitive handling of the recent Mephedrome panic (see War on Drugs, the Silly Years).<br />
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They gave a balanced report, which actually sought to reassure people that - although a nasty drug - there was little evidence to back up claims that it was a killer. This written by someone who might actually know about drugs, as opposed to a pissed old hack slavering over his word processor.<br />
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I suppose the moral is that you should always look beyond the headline to get to the facts. Form your opinions on what you see, not what you think you see, or what you are allowed to see.<br />
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Now I'm off shark fishing in Lochearn with the Hon Man. <br />
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Hoots!</blockquote>

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			<title>iConscience?</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 21:59:42 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>As something of a tech geek in denial, I tend to be rather furtive   about what applications I download for my iPhone and why. Maybe it’s the   scathing looks I’ve seen other iPhone users receive in public, or the   fact that I feel like a child on Christmas Day when I find an amusing   but totally...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">As something of a tech geek in denial, I tend to be rather furtive   about what applications I download for my iPhone and why. Maybe it’s the   scathing looks I’ve seen other iPhone users receive in public, or the   fact that I feel like a child on Christmas Day when I find an amusing   but totally unproductive app. That said, during the recent UK election, I   managed to find a number of election-based apps, which was helpful for   keeping up to date with what was happening on a more immediate basis,   rather than relying on TV or the newspapers.<br />
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 It’s strange to think that my first mobile phone weighed about the   same as a bottle of water and had about as much functionality, and the   most exciting thing about it was a game called ‘Snake,’ in which you   directed a snake around the screen, making it eat pixels of food which   increased the length of the snake and thus the difficulty of manoeuvring   the snake round the relatively small screen. Younger readers may   struggle with the concept of a ‘phone that didn’t take photos, play   music or make ice cream in its spare time. To be honest, it’s a market   that I’ve not really paid much attention to. I’ve never needed the   latest models and I’ve never been entirely sure what makes a newer model   better than my ‘old faithful’  ‘phone.<br />
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As such, it took me a bit of time to appreciate the possibilities  with  my iPhone. I was excited at the prospect of using my ‘phone to  check  train times, track a relative’s flight and keep up to date with  world  news. Having had it for a couple of years now, it’s become less of  a  futuristic toy and more of a necessity. And by necessity I don’t mean   I’d be lost without it, but being able to check emails on it, keep in   touch with friends and family among a whole host of other functions   means that it’s become a rather valuable tool. It’s not all work though;   I like to download my fair share of ‘fun’ apps, and games. The other   night, I downloaded an app called ‘iHobo.’ A lot of apps are created by   attaching Apple’s iconic capital ‘I’ to a recognised word, and as such,   they tend to become a blur after a while, but this particular app  caught  my eye. Billed as something similar to a virtual pet, iHobo was  created  in part by DePaul UK, the largest youth homeless charity in the  UK. The  idea of the app is to open the public’s eyes to the plight of  many  young homeless people living on the streets. In much the same way  as I  would deal with a virtual pet, for three days I am to ‘take care’  of the  virtual homeless person in real time, providing support, warmth,  money  and food and responding to him when he needs me. Sometimes he’ll  tap on  the screen, expecting me to tap back so he knows I’m there for  him.  Other times he’ll want food or some money for a hot drink, or a  sleeping  bag come nightfall. The longer I take to respond, the likelier  it is  that his condition will deteriorate, and he’ll be far more  likely to  turn to drugs.<br />
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 The name perhaps suggests a light-hearted game of some sort. The   reality is that iHobo is intentionally hard-hitting and borderline   disturbing. There are over 75,000 young people made homeless in the UK   every year, but we’re all guilty of ignoring them, or looking the other   way when we walk past, but having to care for one, even in a virtual   environment, can educate all of us of their plight.<br />
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In a day and age where we are more likely to collect money and aid  for  third world countries, perhaps iHobo is just what we need to open  our  eyes to charity cases closer to home as well.<br />
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<a href="http://www.depauluk.org/" target="_blank">www.depauluk.org</a></blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[Let's Go Over to Dictionary Corner]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 13:18:40 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA["Time to take a breather", as Jeff Stelling might say. As we hear what Filled Rolls in dictionary corner has to tell us today. 
 
I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this before, but I used to drive a black cab in Edinburgh. It was the classic Bipolar job, you were either in ecstacy or the depths...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">&quot;Time to take a breather&quot;, as Jeff Stelling might say. As we hear what Filled Rolls in dictionary corner has to tell us today.<br />
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I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this before, but I used to drive a black cab in Edinburgh. It was the classic Bipolar job, you were either in ecstacy or the depths of despair.<br />
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It is the ideal job for a big mouth. It doesn’t matter too much if you put your foot in it, you knew that your chances of meeting that person again were slight.<br />
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Like the time I complained about the windy weather we were having to a family from Florida, who were glad to escape the ravages of hurricane Katrina.<br />
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Or the time, commenting on Edinburgh traffic, I blithely stated “you know I wouldn’t drive in this city if you paid me”. Doh!<br />
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Once, at Edinburgh airport, I helped some passengers put their bags into the next taxi on the rank. The only problem was the driver was missing.<br />
“I’m really sorry”, I said after an extensive search of the area for the cabbie. “The fool must have gone to the toile, let’s get the bags into a car that wants to work”.<br />
At that point I noticed a familiar stuffed tiger on the dashboard. Of course, it was my taxi!<br />
Swallow up ground me.</blockquote>

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			<title>To Put the Record Straight</title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 12:34:27 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I have an apology to make. It seems I got the wrong end of the stick from my daughter, and the girl is actually in remission, but is seperating from her husband. 
 
I'm sorry to have stirred things up on such a sensitive area, but all I can say is my feelings were genuine at the time, as I really...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I have an apology to make. It seems I got the wrong end of the stick from my daughter, and the girl is actually in remission, but is seperating from her husband.<br />
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I'm sorry to have stirred things up on such a sensitive area, but all I can say is my feelings were genuine at the time, as I really thought it was the end. <br />
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I want to reassure everyone that I was genuinely distraught at what I thought was happening. After the Kahoonas incident, I know that some might suspect other motives.<br />
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Please accept my sincere apologies.</blockquote>

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			<title>Queen of The South v Hibs - 17th July</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 21 May 2010 21:06:52 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Would allow nearly 2 hrs Edinburgh  to Dumfries. I used to live in Moffat and travelling to ER took just short of an hour and a half, plus allow another 30 mins to Dumfries, as the A701 is not the best of roads. Now live just outside Liverpool so I am made up as I am going back home to visit my mum...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Would allow nearly 2 hrs Edinburgh  to Dumfries. I used to live in Moffat and travelling to ER took just short of an hour and a half, plus allow another 30 mins to Dumfries, as the A701 is not the best of roads. Now live just outside Liverpool so I am made up as I am going back home to visit my mum in Moffat that weekend, so will be able to take in the match.<br />
For anyone wanting a good night out on the way back to Edinburgh,<br />
Moffat is a great stopping off place and it is the local Gala day that day with a big bonfire and disco to finish  off the days celebrations, usually goes on to the early hours.Plenty of hotels and B &amp; B's in the town to make a weekend of it.:thumbsup:</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[What They Don't Tell You at Fatherhood Classes]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 16:06:16 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>When you get that new baby and take it home, and show it all the love it needs, and provide and care for it, they also hand you hope and fear. 
 
Hopes for their future that they will be stong and successful. That they will be popular and secure in themselves. They will have all the happiness and...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">When you get that new baby and take it home, and show it all the love it needs, and provide and care for it, they also hand you hope and fear.<br />
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Hopes for their future that they will be stong and successful. That they will be popular and secure in themselves. They will have all the happiness and opportunities that you can give them.<br />
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They will have friends and they will grow up together, and they will have long and proseperous lives. One day they'll have kids of their own, and everything will be OK.<br />
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Your biggest fear is that they will be harmed or suffer illness. As they grow these recede, and at times the only danger they are in is from you, as you explain for the umpteenth time that they cannot have everything they want.<br />
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You never anticipate that the kids they grow up with will also claim a special place in your heart. They do though, family parties, school trips and holidays together all form part of your treasured memories.<br />
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As they go into adulthood, you think you are past the worst. Your fears turn to your own generation and the health of your older loved ones.<br />
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Then out of the blue, the unthinkable happens. Not to your child, but to their best friend. I'm talking about a girl I know who has just been told she has terminal cancer.<br />
<br />
She is 23 years old. Not old enough to have been anything, not old enough to have lived at all.<br />
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No one tells you how you deal with that. You're the older generation, you should know what to say to your daughter. You should be strong and you should be wise.<br />
<br />
Right now I can't be any of those things. I can act like I know what to do, but I don't.<br />
<br />
I see death in my work. Older people, or those who have abused their bodies. I think I am brave and can deal with it, and on the whole I can.<br />
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Something like this though is a reminder that there are times that all your experience. All your learning, and all your bravery count for nothing.<br />
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They can't teach you this. You just have to live it. It's so hard though.<br />
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Thanks for listening. There are tears hitting the keyboard as I type this. At least I've found a quiet corner I can scream in unheard though.</blockquote>

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			<title>The Continuing Search for Grumpy Gibby The North Stand Hibby</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 17:00:10 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Here's something I posted on the PM board a wee while ago. I was looking for a certain Mr Gibson who used to be a contributor to HM, and Mass Hibsteria. 
 
Anyway, for those of you thinking about whether or not to invest in Private Member status - can I just say, that it's not all as bad as this. 
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Here's something I posted on the PM board a wee while ago. I was looking for a certain Mr Gibson who used to be a contributor to HM, and Mass Hibsteria.<br />
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Anyway, for those of you thinking about whether or not to invest in Private Member status - can I just say, that it's not all as bad as this.<br />
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My quest began with asking some of Gibby's contemporaries if they had heard from him lately. Sadly most have gone to the great stand in the sky. But one old codger was able to point me in the right direction.<br />
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Further intelligence reached my ears which suggested I might try one of the hostelries in Easter Road, which are still frequented by the Hoi Polloi.<br />
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Several pints and a kebab later, I stumbled on this conversation between an elderly gent in a wheel chair, and a baffled man in a white uniform.<br />
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The search goes on, but I think I maybe getting warm. In future episodes - with complete disregard for ethics or morality - Rolls will be going undercover to pass on further musings of Grumpy Gibby, the North Stand Hibby.<br />
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Please be patient.</blockquote>

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