Broadwood Stadium, 17/3/10

Clyde must be rubbish. We don’t keep clean sheets.

Yet Chappie seems to be rotating the midfield and not the defence. No cover there I suppose.

However, not being at the game, I can’t really comment.

This was important, though. In the past, games against the bottom teams have sometimes seen us struggle and this one keeps us afloat compared to those just below us.

Despite the topsy-turviness of this division, Saturday is unlikely to be fruitful.

The launch of Ken MacLeod’s new novel The Restoration Game will take place on Wed 17/3/10 at The Pleasance Theatre, Edinburgh. I’m hoping to make it but may arrive late as the event is starting at 7 pm.

This has apparently been booked for some time but due to a shift in its schedule the book itself will not be published till July, I think; but Ken will be reading from it on the night. A few other Edinburgh SF luminaries will also appear.

Ochilview, 13/3/10

Normal service resumed. Happy hunting days at Ochilview over.

We were bright for the first ten minutes then fell out of it.

This was desperate. Two poor teams barely able to fashion a chance between them.

Our formation looked like 4-3-1-2 with Wyness in the hole behind Winters and Hunter but it morphed into 3-4-1-2 when we were going forward. We looked solid in midfield with Ross Clark and Andy Geggan anchoring things, and no Chaplain.

It hasn’t taken long, by the way, for Wyness and in particular Winters to descend to our level.

As time went by we resorted to hoofing the ball upfield. A masterly tactic when their defenders were winning everything in the air. This was made even more profound when Hunter and later Cook were replaced by midgets in Carcary and Murray. Murray and Dunlop did link up well down the left and as a result a great chance was created for Chaplain who had come on for Ross Clark. (Was he tiring? That’s the only reasonable excuse for such a change.) Chaplain blazed it over when it would have been easier to hit the target.

But of course we don’t keep clean sheets. Their sub scored with his second touch. He’d been left in acres of room.

The ref was woefully inconsistent in his decisions and stopped the game unnecessarily several times for injured players who promptly got up again.

Man of the match?

Chissie.

He barely put a foot wrong. If he’s not on the MOTM ballot for this game on the club website it’s a disgrace. He put in a great shift and saved the jerseys a few times. Their goal didn’t come from down his side either.

Due to work commitments I won’t be able to make Broadwood on Tuesday night. Probably just as well. Cowdenbeath on Saturday, though. Remind me. When did we last win there?

A minor piece of deco this one. I think it used to be a bank at one time. It’s mainly the upper story styling that marks it out.

The windows are typical of the thirties. They might even not have been replaced though there is a hint of plastic about them. If they have it’s been done sympathetically.

Nice deco fanlight, too.

The Rock, 9/3/10

That’s better!

Four losses in a row and then we go and beat the league leaders. Just as well I don’t ever bet on the result of a football match.

From the team sheet it looks as if we might have lined up 4-3-3 but, with Chappie, who knows? By all accounts we lost the place after going 3 up and they were down to ten men.

I see Dr. Jan got the nod again. I don’t suppose Michael White will be too pleased especially after Saturday’s events.

Up to sixth again – on goals scored. Despite Chappie complaining we don’t score we’re actually third top in that department. It’s the goals against that’s the nightmare.

Pan, 1989. 172p. (The cover shown is the Daw Edition.)

Joachim Boaz was a deformed orphan before the Colonnaders took him and reshaped his body with ‘€œsilicon bones.’€ It was only after this radical surgery and to forget his past that he renamed himself after the two pillars of eternity at the ends of the universe, Joachim and Boaz. The enhancements mean he is susceptible to torments (and later, pleasures) to an intense degree and also that he is more or less incapable without his spaceship in close proximity.

He sets off to the elusive planet Meirjain, which takes a complex orbit in and around the closely knit stars of the Brilliancy Cluster, where time gems allow the past or future to be observed. Unfortunately such gems are contraband.

It is a measure of Bayley’€™s eclecticism that these meanderings, which many an SF writer would have explored minutely and at great length, are not the main focus of the book.

There are, though, musings on the cyclical nature of the universe and on whether Joachim will suffer his torments over and over again, all in Bayley’€™s somewhat dry style – which involves a lot of info dumping and telling rather than showing.

It would almost be absurd to complain that this tends to be at the expense of characterisation as Bayley’€™s intent is more to expound ideas but it does make for a less engaging reading experience.

Unfortunately, there is, too, a degree of casual sexism which may have gone unremarked on first publication over thirty years ago but jars badly nowadays and, towards the end of the book, the least enticing sex scene I’€™ve ever read.

This is probably one for Bayley completists only.

The Rock, 6/3/10

Down to only one goal against.

If this trend keeps up we’re bound to get a point on Tuesday night.

But then we’re playing the league leaders; so how likely is that?

Four losses on the trot.

This is relegation form, guys.

Hampden Park, 3/3/10.

Totally meaningless for the future qualifying campaign of course, but a win’s a win and especially welcome for being the first in a home friendly for umpteen years.

Craig Levein may make us hard to beat again.

Can’t see us being easy on the eye, though.

Balmoor Stadium, 2/3/10

It was only two this time.

Looking at the team sheet I’m wondering if this was Chappie’s attempt to show that his usual selections are the right ones. But…. three changes to the midfield and still no place for Ross Clark?

Yet the Blue Toon fans on Pie and Bovril say we ought to have won.

And down to seventh.

Who’d be a Sons follower?

My first response when the good lady informed me of Michael Foot’s death was there goes Plymouth Argyle‘s most famous supporter. Come to think of it he was probably the only supporter of their’s I’d heard of.

He was very proud of the fact that he’d been registered for them as a player on his ninetieth birthday. (To play only on the left, of course, never the right.)

Quite what his view would be of the ridiculous advertising campaign for an insurance company that seems to take the Albion’s supporters in vain I dread to think.

His other incarnation (as a politician) reached its peak when he was elected leader of the Labour Party. Unfortunately for him, or perhaps fortunately as I don’t think he ever really wanted to be PM, this was at the time the Thatcher juggernaut was in full swing.

There was a confected furore when he arrived at the Cenotaph for the Remembrance Day observances in 1982 wearing what was dubbed a donkey jacket but was more like a duffle coat. This was taken to be disrespectful of the dead – mostly by those who’d never been within miles of a battlefield themselves. (He had himself volunteered for military service in the Second World War but been turned down due to his chronic asthma.)

The Queen Mother – no left winger – apparently thought differently as she is said to have told him, “Very wise. It’s cold today.”

In all of his utterances he always seemed to be one of the few politicians who are genuine and mean what they are saying.

Michael Foot: 23/7/13 – 3/3/10. So it goes.