5 Way Agreement sees the light of day !

The 5 Way Agreement's been about for years on line
To be fair BW, the content of the 5WA has been circulating for years, but without times, dates, places and authentic signatures - it stands for nothing in the eyes of the law.

What JJ is hinting at, is that he has the smoking gun!

A document or extract that confirms the terms of the agreement and which is signed by all parties.
 
To be fair BW, the content of the 5WA has been circulating for years, but without times, dates, places and authentic signatures - it stands for nothing in the eyes of the law.

What JJ is hinting at, is that he has the smoking gun!

A document or extract that confirms the terms of the agreement and which is signed by all parties.

Would love the talented lyricist to reword this song for Celtic Park 5way Sway
 

Would love the talented lyricist to reword this song for Celtic Park 5way Sway

....to the tune of the late great Deano Martino (78) ( June 07 1917 - Dec 25 1995)........I'm working on it!

I saw him doing photo shoots in Milan (Motta Shop) in July 1975, while visiting family with my father..........my dad said to get his autograph for my mother still back in Dundee...or else you won't be coming back on the plane with me....without it!
.....so I ran, squeezed and pushed past several hundred people deep to get to him.
I was only fifteen at the time and when I got through, he was already waving his hands up high to the many people there saying "basta, basta, non piu". (meaning enough, enough, no more. Proper pronunciation is abbastanza. ).
I must have appeared like a sorry looking, glum faced tube, because suddenly, I looked up at this much older guy who was elbowing me in the head for going in front of him, when almost as sudden, Dean came over about six feet from me snapping his fingers and saying Veni Qui (come here) and asked me for my paper to sign it......I didn't have anything with me for him to sign and felt like an idiot.
He asked for something to write on from the till person and was given a card advertising the AC Milan versus Venezia game on the following weekend which he duly signed, gave it to me then asked me what song do I like?
I said, "my mum loves you but I can't stand your singing or that pizza pie dirge she always sings when putting me to bed... 'That's Amore' but I'll still give her this".
He said to me in Italian, tell her to teach you some manners, and pulled on my left ear lobe, then turned away.
Later I did get allowed to get on the plane home!
I just didn't get him way back then, with Marilyn Monroe, his films with Sinatra, Jerry Lewis, or his incredible worldwide popularity and love his stuff today.
I'm glad now that he gave me a few minutes out of his life, so long ago.

The best thing was, when I gave her his autograph my mum said "is that it, is THAT it, a stupid football card, is that all he could give you?

An earlier comment by S.P. reminded me of my mother and this particular occasion, when he mused....."wimmin" ......TUT!
...............they are so fickle..........

Shammie will no doubt, burn my ears for that!!!!
 
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....to the tune of the late great Deano Martino (78) ( June 07 1917 - Dec 25 1995)........I'm working on it!

I saw him doing photo shoots in Milan (Motta Shop) in July 1975, while visiting family with my father..........my dad said to get his autograph for my mother still back in Dundee...or else you won't be coming back on the plane with me....without it!
.....so I ran, squeezed and pushed past several hundred people deep to get to him.
I was only fifteen at the time and when I got through, he was already waving his hands up high to the many people there saying "basta, basta, non piu". (meaning enough, enough, no more. Proper pronunciation is abbastanza. ).
I must have appeared like a sorry looking, glum faced tube, because suddenly, I looked up at this much older guy who was elbowing me in the head for going in front of him, when almost as sudden, Dean came over about six feet from me snapping his fingers and saying Veni Qui (come here) and asked me for my paper to sign it......I didn't have anything with me for him to sign and felt like an idiot.
He asked for something to write on from the till person and was given a card advertising the AC Milan versus Venezia game on the following weekend which he duly signed, gave it me then asked me what song do I like?
I said, "my mum loves you but I can't stand your singing or that pizza pie dirge she always sings when putting me to bed... 'That's Amore' but I'll still give her this".
He said to me in Italian, tell her to teach you some manners, and pulled on my left ear lobe, then turned away.
Later I did get allowed to get on the plane home!
I just didn't get him way back then, with Marilyn Monroe, his films with Sinatra, Jerry Lewis, or his incredible worldwide popularity and love his stuff today.
I'm glad now that he gave me a few minutes out of his life, so long ago.

The best thing was, when I gave her his autograph my mum said "is that it, is THAT it, a stupid football card, is that all he could give you?

An earlier comment by S.P. reminded me of my mother and this particular occasion, when he mused....."wimmin" ......TUT!
...............they are so fickle..........

Shammie will no doubt, burn my ears for that!!!!
great story tgjc, HH!
 
....to the tune of the late great Deano Martino (78) ( June 07 1917 - Dec 25 1995)........I'm working on it!

I saw him doing photo shoots in Milan (Motta Shop) in July 1975, while visiting family with my father..........my dad said to get his autograph for my mother still back in Dundee...or else you won't be coming back on the plane with me....without it!
.....so I ran, squeezed and pushed past several hundred people deep to get to him.
I was only fifteen at the time and when I got through, he was already waving his hands up high to the many people there saying "basta, basta, non piu". (meaning enough, enough, no more. Proper pronunciation is abbastanza. ).
I must have appeared like a sorry looking, glum faced tube, because suddenly, I looked up at this much older guy who was elbowing me in the head for going in front of him, when almost as sudden, Dean came over about six feet from me snapping his fingers and saying Veni Qui (come here) and asked me for my paper to sign it......I didn't have anything with me for him to sign and felt like an idiot.
He asked for something to write on from the till person and was given a card advertising the AC Milan versus Venezia game on the following weekend which he duly signed, gave it to me then asked me what song do I like?
I said, "my mum loves you but I can't stand your singing or that pizza pie dirge she always sings when putting me to bed... 'That's Amore' but I'll still give her this".
He said to me in Italian, tell her to teach you some manners, and pulled on my left ear lobe, then turned away.
Later I did get allowed to get on the plane home!
I just didn't get him way back then, with Marilyn Monroe, his films with Sinatra, Jerry Lewis, or his incredible worldwide popularity and love his stuff today.
I'm glad now that he gave me a few minutes out of his life, so long ago.

The best thing was, when I gave her his autograph my mum said "is that it, is THAT it, a stupid football card, is that all he could give you?

An earlier comment by S.P. reminded me of my mother and this particular occasion, when he mused....."wimmin" ......TUT!
...............they are so fickle..........

Shammie will no doubt, burn my ears for that!!!!

Tsk tsk, J.C. Bet you wouldn't tell your mammy she was fickle. ;)
 
Tsk tsk, J.C. Bet you wouldn't tell your mammy she was fickle. ;)

No chance Shammie, my mother was a strict disciplinarian and wouldn't stand for any backchat.
Coming from Tuscany, she herself was brought up with the old mantras such as; a child should be seen and not heard.....and the one I particularly never appreciated much; spare the rod and spoil the child......for obvious reasons!!
However, although her command of English was pretty good, there were many English words not often used that she came across and would ask me or my sisters what they meant.
I would have to tell her something completely different if she heard me say a word then have to ask me what was its Italian equivalent...... especially if it meant getting a slap from her........if I was stupid enough to tell her the truth!!!
So yes, you're right when you say I wouldn't have the charlies to call her fickle........unless I could explain to her that being fickle meant she was wonderful.........if she was was daft enough to ask for its Italian equivalent !!!
My sisters would always tell her "mum don't listen to him, that's not what it means at all" then I would have to run ...usually to Fairmuir Park for a while and climb a tree, till I knew I could sneak in and she would have calmed down by now!

I'm not THAT thick! ......at least, I don't think I look like a hun.:giggle::giggle:
 
....to the tune of the late great Deano Martino (78) ( June 07 1917 - Dec 25 1995)........I'm working on it!

I saw him doing photo shoots in Milan (Motta Shop) in July 1975, while visiting family with my father..........my dad said to get his autograph for my mother still back in Dundee...or else you won't be coming back on the plane with me....without it!
.....so I ran, squeezed and pushed past several hundred people deep to get to him.
I was only fifteen at the time and when I got through, he was already waving his hands up high to the many people there saying "basta, basta, non piu". (meaning enough, enough, no more. Proper pronunciation is abbastanza. ).
I must have appeared like a sorry looking, glum faced tube, because suddenly, I looked up at this much older guy who was elbowing me in the head for going in front of him, when almost as sudden, Dean came over about six feet from me snapping his fingers and saying Veni Qui (come here) and asked me for my paper to sign it......I didn't have anything with me for him to sign and felt like an idiot.
He asked for something to write on from the till person and was given a card advertising the AC Milan versus Venezia game on the following weekend which he duly signed, gave it to me then asked me what song do I like?
I said, "my mum loves you but I can't stand your singing or that pizza pie dirge she always sings when putting me to bed... 'That's Amore' but I'll still give her this".
He said to me in Italian, tell her to teach you some manners, and pulled on my left ear lobe, then turned away.
Later I did get allowed to get on the plane home!
I just didn't get him way back then, with Marilyn Monroe, his films with Sinatra, Jerry Lewis, or his incredible worldwide popularity and love his stuff today.
I'm glad now that he gave me a few minutes out of his life, so long ago.

The best thing was, when I gave her his autograph my mum said "is that it, is THAT it, a stupid football card, is that all he could give you?

An earlier comment by S.P. reminded me of my mother and this particular occasion, when he mused....."wimmin" ......TUT!
...............they are so fickle..........

Shammie will no doubt, burn my ears for that!!!!
Brilliant memory, on the old football card ..... Do you still have it. That would be the thing on Sundays with the Grandchildren.
"Wheeeeshd you lot, did Granpa tell you about Dean Martin adked me to sing with him"
"Mum, mum ... Promise we will be good grandpa is tormenting us again"
Brilliant I would run with that "Deano and me"
 
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