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| Lee decants the carry out |
A sorry state to get yourself into |
Si appears to pass out - up against a
Norweigian physio |
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| Bry tries out the bike ride - thought they
were like the rides outside supermarkets |
The PTA youth find the floor vent, and do a
"Marilyn Monroe" |
We laze in the pub and watch the world go bye |
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| Pipers playing outside the Scotsman, cause
they weren't allowed in!* |
A wee bit of a crowd on the underground |
The ground |
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A few from the game |
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| The closest Taffy gets to a burd |
The Scotsman Bar - the most unwelcoming pub
in Norway * |
Taffys Carry out - a tray of pear cider |
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Simons - a wee bit worse for wear |
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Pictures by Paul Smith and Bry Mcdermid
* From the Daily Record:-
SCOTSMAN
BARS OUR TARTAN TROOPS Aug 20 2003
Bob Shields Exclusive
THE Tartan Army got a frosty welcome in Oslo yesterday - at a pub called The
Scotsman.
The football fans were stunned when the Tartan Army's official piper was
given his marching orders for playing a few tunes.
And they voted with their feet by following piper Calum "Spud"
Fraser out the door.
Scots in the Norwegian capital for tonight's friendly had swamped the city
centre bar because of its name.
But when Spud got out his pipes, he was told to leave by security staff.
Don said: "It was crazy. Spud must have played in a thousand pubs with
the Tartan Army.
"Usually, he's dragged into places by pub bosses who want to get a party
going.
"This is the first time he has ever been asked to leave. Maybe they just
don't like the bagpipes."
Spud said: "Since we arrived, Norwegians have been smiling and asking me
to pose for photographs. The only person who doesn't seem to like me is the
owner of The Scotsman."
By last night, however, the Tartan Army had found a new drinking venue -
called The Dubliner.