You want to hear her on Woman's Hour now. 'I'm a brand expert, inventor and designer...I'm the top woman speaker...' 'I won't take the expenses (House of Lords) but I'll look into how they can be given to charity (hint- take the expenses, give them away)'. Self-important, self-aggrandising shite. Also took every opportunity to mention IDS, as in 'when Iain Duncan-Smith asked me to...'. Ugh.
According to the Hootsmon Anya and Naismith don't make the bench.
"The substitutes will likely be Darren Fletcher, Johnny Russell, Leigh Griffiths, Gordon Greer, Chris Martin, Craig Gordon, Matt Ritchie, Allan McGregor and Steven Whittaker."
At least 3 days in Rome, 2 in Florence. Just back from my umpteenth trip to Rome, and I'm still finding new gems. I don't queue for anything, there's plenty of stuff the hordes don't go near. Don't walk past an open church anywhere in Rome, the art is everywhere. On Friday I was in the pantheon and six other churches before the crowds were about (breakfast at 7- tourists and especially cruise groups don't tend to get up at that time) and had them pretty much to myself. Round the corner from Navona I had my breakfast st the bar of a local cafe- 2 euros. Braw.
Lived in Cornwall (nice, but odd) and Reading (oh dear). Nice to be in Scotland, but good to have something to compare it to. You should go. Somewhere.
A Sam Leitch stand too! Sleeping giant is a touch overstating it, but Argyle have a loyal fan base travelling from Cornwall and all over Devon. Sturrock is remembered fondly, as is another Scot, Dave Smith, I loved wathcing his all-out attacking, with Tommy Tyban knocking in the goals.
Enjoyed a beer in a lovely place. Amazing rain flooded the campsite (Can't remember how we got there), but the bloke with the sunburned feet- ouch! Bought tickets easily and cheaply from a ticket agency/travel shop in Milan, along with W.Germany v Colombia at San Siro (awful game, truly dire). 15 minutes to kick off in Turin, no sign of the queue moving to get us into the stadium environs, we jumped the fence under the tolerant eyes of the polis. So near, yet so far.
This was a banana skin waiting for us, we slipped on it, but managed to get back on track. A hard shift, not least for the wee boy who got on as a ringer at left back. I hope he has better games for us.