The Dandy Dons moving forward


A little bit of social media insight for you, which while you have no particular reason to care for The Dandy Dons Facebook page, will explain what is happening with a lot of other content you may be interested in on Facebook.

For whatever reason* Facebook is killing off pages. It has been slowly strangling them for the last six months by way of cutting organic reach and dramatically reducing reach to followers (down to less than 5% of the 10 000 that follow the page on a single post and falling).

By way of example in the first two years of this page (it’s almost three!) the page picked up 5 000 followers per year. In the last six months, it’s picked up about 200. With pretty much the same level of work. Six months ago the page could easily reach 100 000 people in a week, it’s now down to 20-30 000. Which is still a great amount of people to communicate with, but knowing Facebook it’s only going to get less.

While the page could have reached ‘peak Dandy Dons’ and followers gotten bored or moved onto something else, a quick Google shows this is a development facing all sorts of Facebook business pages.

It’s not all bad news, as a result the page is using other platforms now in addition to Facebook which give different possibilities. The Dandy Dons on Twitter, where everyone is a thousand times more argumentative. And death threats are just another day at the office. On Instagram, where I can hang around with the beautiful people and proper artists as if I fit in.

I will endeavour to get more work onto the blog first in future, so if you sign up you get an email notification when there is a new post. Seldom more than one a week. You can sign up at the bottom of the page.

The Facebook group

Facebook are also pushing me to create a members group for the page. It creates community and interaction and this is Facebook’s way forward. So my page now has a group called The Dandy Dons Group. Now the difference with a group is you can post content too, not just me, plus it’s to be more of a community, more chatty, more interaction. It’s also closed so there is a degree of privacy. Anyone misbehaving can be easily expelled. Who knows what will come of it, you the potential member will be part of what controls that. A members club should have something more than just the normal page, what that is, well we will see as it develops. So you are all invited. Except I can’t invite you from Facebook, though weirdly I have the ‘power’ to make every page follower a member. But I’m not going to do that as it would piss me off if it was done to me. I think this is the group link.

*For whatever reason?! Mark Zuckerberg’s explanation here. But I think it is quite clear Facebook have been ‘threatened’ by the media onslot decrying ‘Fake News’, which mysteriously appeared as a phrase in the entire mainstream media pretty much on the same day. Day after Trump got elected. No reason to like Trump, but the people were pretty much being manipulated to vote for the Establishment candidate Clinton, who got the Democratic nomination based on the US msm singularly ignoring Bernie Sanders campaign, despite enormous numbers of people turning up to hear him speak. Alternatively in the UK, from the day he was elected leader, everything has been done in the UK msm to destroy Corbyn. And social media stopped them getting their wish. ‘Fake News’ really ought to be called ‘the wrong sort of propaganda’.

The fight for the internet is on. And Facebook is leaving the fight.

Find The Dandy Dons memes and illustrations here:

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A big dump of AFC memes to read on the toilet – no. 2, 2017

What a year 2017 was for fitba drama. From McInnes leaving/not leaving to a player almost drowning, the Strachan and McGhee sideshow and a feckin’ blue strip. But ultimately there is only one word to describe 2017…


Although the person on Twitter who wrote ‘And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like… concomitant’ won it.



We signed Stevie May. Pretty sure it was The Red Final we should be thanking for the number 83 on his back. Well done to the club for going with it though…


And in case you hadn’t noticed, there’s a tattoo of the Joker on his arm. There’s also a CND sign, so plenty new meme possibilities for Stevie in 2018.



We played a rugby match…


To the song ‘Sailing’.


The official statements. Sometimes they work, sometimes not so much. It is quite nice in the comments as people call out their mates, or ‘that bloke that’s always behind us…’. And one smart arse saying, ‘so you are moaning about people moaning…’. I’ve been using Twitter a bit more in the last few months, a different class of angry moaner on there altogether. ‘Just die!’. Because of a meme… www.twitter.com/thedandydons83



The Iceman cometh back again…


The brief but really very sweet return of Kevin McNaughton.


Poor old Andy. The boots were NOT photoshopped…


#WeRateDons. There’s this very silly Twitter page called We Rate Dogs. All dogs are good dogs, and all dogs are rated by an amount above ten. So I thought…


It was the weekend of El Clásico… I’ve mentioned it before but Angus is a brilliant mascot. The seagull? Really who came up with that?! The person inside does a great job however. There is a more natural and kid friendly mascot in the Aberdeen brand though. Spot the Dog. The one that went to mow a meadow…


Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery… Jose’s gonna need to work on the bicep curls if he’s gonna rock the gilet look like Dek though.



Looks like we’ve seen the back of these two. A recent interview regarding his sacking as Scotland manager marks him down as just as petty, arrogant and deluded as McGhee. Once they are out of the limelight for a bit, maybe we can remember them again as players, heroes, legends. Just not yet…

And finally, here’s to 2018! We’ve got the Red Hulk, and an old friend back.


Click here for part 1 of the 2017 memes.


Potential new managers for Aberdeen


So let’s say hypothetically speaking, a managerial appointment came up in the not too distant future. Who do we want, who do we not want. A list of random people that the media are throwing up.

Alex McLeish: Legend, god, sensational centre back, and by all accounts a great guy. No, not a suitable candidate in my opinion. We don’t need another Alex Ferguson tribute act (on the back of McGhee). They picked up some of his skills, but ultimately were lacking in that they weren’t good enough. See also Strachan, Bryan Robson, Roy Keane. Oh there’s loads more of them. McLeish was loathed at Aston Villa for the negative style of football, and has struggled to keep a job since. Dropping the Scotland job for a punt at Oldco also wasn’t a good look.

Paul Hartley: Why? He failed at Dundee, and for some reason people keen on him, or any former popular player, seem to be of the opinion he is ten years younger, ten stone lighter, and bringing his boots. He aint, just his football brain. Doesn’t appear to be exceptional, albeit probably hungry…

Alex Neil: Would be very good if he was currently out of work. Unless he is very unhappy where he is, he’s not going to leave the Championship for us.

Owen Coyle: Could be. His track record is very patchy. He’s had great success, and a lot of failures. Would hope football people would know if he was a fit.

Neil Lennon: A few people suggesting him. The fact he took on the Hibs job in the Championship marks him down as a real football manager, as opposed to others who do a good impression. He isn’t going to be interested in managing a club with such a similar budget to what he already has. Suspect he quite likes green.

Tommy Wright: To manage a team like St Johnstone successfully is quite a skill. We mustn’t let age affect the decision. We want the best manager available. It might be him.

Strachan: Exhibit A, Richard Gordon’s excellent book on Gothenburg. Just how many times does Strachan mention Celtic in his chapter? GTF.

Stephen Robinson (Motherwell): Maybe he’s the next big thing. Certainly doing very well at the moment. Here’s something though. Mark McGhee is a complex character. When he left Motherwell last time, Craig Brown took over and looked amazing. Robinson took over from McGhee and is also looking amazing. McGhee has his flaws, but with the exception of his time with Afc, leaves behind a solid, successful squad, that probably needs a new personality coaching them for a bit. Is that Robinson’s team, or like with Brown, is it actually McGhee’s work that is coming to fruition. I know, and no I’m not going to suggest McGhee. Another example of this was Bilic at West Ham. Looked like a genius adding attacking flair to Allardyce’s team, but what happens once Allardyce’s structure and players start to move on. When it became solely Bilic’s team. See also the first couple of managers managing Aberdeen after Ferguson left…

Stop doing arithmetic. The adding a strong assistant manager because the manager isn’t quite good enough. So for example Paul Hartley and Eric Black. Dream team. No it’s not 0.8 of a manager plus 1.3 of an assistant= 2.1, a brilliant managerial team. You can’t make a manager better with an amazing assistant. And co-managers DON’T EVER WORK. No they DON’T.

And beware the highly rated assistant. Eric Black as manager. No. Again, he’s not twenty five years younger and bringing his boots. Managers manage. Assistant managers work for other people. A different job for a different personality type. A real football manager would rather manage Cowdenbeath, than be assistant manager at Wolves or Sunderland or whoever. Particularly over an entire career. How much of Mourinho’s ability has been reduced since no longer with Steve Clarke? Ferguson’s assistants left to manage Real Madrid, Portugal, England… yet the success stayed with Sir Alex, and didn’t travel with the former assistant. We got Alex Miller as manager based on his successful time as assistant manager at Coventry. Thanks for that one.

Appoint someone from within. This is nothing more than the lazy option. Football directors are not football professionals, their real job is something else. Do they want to talk to people get opinions and do background checks? Interview people, read CVs? When you can just point to someone who already works there and for whatever reason just go, ‘you’ll do’. We’ll just ignore the fact you’re too scared to apply for a job in a lower division. You’re bound to have what it takes. Six weeks later, a club legend of some decades is being unceremoniously shown the door.

What would be ideal. We need someone who’s managed before. The McInnes trajectory is a good template. Someone who was very highly rated, then hit a down turn. They need to have done something exceptional somewhere, and if they’ve hit problems, might be to quote Smithie, ‘it has only strengthened their resolve’. We are a considerably more attractive option for an ambitious manager than previously. For an ambitious manager, success with us against two much higher budgeted teams is a potential career rung towards an upper Championship team, possibly lower EPL team. Or for a complete shit, might land them an Old Firm gig.

So to re-cap, no fuckin’ idea.

Update: McInnes turned down The Rangers, and we all claimed to never have doubted him for a second…


The Glasgow media, vile beyond belief

Glasgow is a great city. Visited it many times. Great people, warm and friendly, lots to do and see. This isn’t about them, it’s about the media that resides there.

It’s quite astonishing what we as Aberdeen supporters have been through the last few months. A little recap, the Scottish international football manager and his assistant were intentionally not picking Aberdeen players because of a made up vendetta due to some bullying issues from a genius who created their entire careers a few decades back and one of the petty individuals who believed being a winner meant never being wrong.

Being in a Scotland squad doesn’t mean you are going to play. There’s 22 players and reserve call ups. There is room to reward good performances, ones for the future. Any doubt that it happened, that it’s all subjective, we’re the mad paranoid ones in this scenario, was wiped out at a stroke by the SFA organising a fixture at Pittodrie immediately after their sacking where three of them were in, and even Ryan Jack who had deserved at least one call up from his time at Aberdeen was also included.

Whether Milne had something over those making the decisions or somebody somewhere in the SFA had cottoned on to the pathetic little arseholes that Strachan and McGhee are, is open to debate. But that is as close to a public apology to the city of Aberdeen by the SFA as you are ever likely to see.

Then there is the collective media manipulation against McInnes and Aberdeen to aid the Jim Traynor managed The Rangers. Astonishing in the sense that trust in the media, and particularly the BBC is at an all time low and falling fast already.

Let’s face it the decent journalists leave Scotland. The Hugh McIlvanneys and the hmmm, sure there must be another one, of this world leave Scotland to pick up the Murdoch shilling for a much bigger audience.

What’s left behind, aren’t even journalists. They are just awful, and whether you are pro or anti independence, Brexit, Catalonia, Corbyn, SNP whoever, if you follow the mainstream media in any way objectively,  it’s clear the media are not fit for purpose and just puppets of a few billionaires and banks looking to control society as they continue to asset strip the UK to their tax free islands.

I’ve seen it in comments during the last few weeks, nice respectful citizens shocked at the behaviour of the BBC on the McInnes story. Perhaps now they’ll start watching Marr, Kuenssberg or The Question Time panel with a far more open mind, questioning what they are being shown.

Whether McInnes goes or stays, this isn’t just about football. This is arrogant, stupid people further destroying an industry that’s thankfully on it’s knees. ‘Fake news’ is a phrase invented by them to attack freedom of speech on social media and the internet. The phrase is new, the concept is exactly what the MSM have always created.

*Okay there are good sports journalists. But it was funnier to leave McIlvanney’s name hanging. Jim Spence, Graham Hunter… shit I’m struggling to come up with more though.




A big dump of Afc memes to read on the toilet – no. 1, 2017





A favourite of mine, that didn’t get a lot of likes (Christ I’m needy) It’s an REM song. We were playing them. I love the floodlights. I sometimes think I’m wasted on you people.


Over 700 likes, over 50 shares, an enormous post, all because I got the typography in a line with the angle of his arm. As a graphic designer I love your appreciation… </end sarcasm>


I made a mistake. The blue strip came out. Plenty weren’t too happy, I really wasn’t that bothered. I didn’t have much time. I would have done it with a digital felt pen (obviously fake) I was in a hurry, it was quicker to fix the colour in photoshop. I came back, quite a few people thought it was real. Never my intention. Just about to delete it… fuck it, it was quite funny.


So to make amends, I start pissing about with it.


I keep pissing about.


Things to do before you die: Get Hans Gruber into an Afc meme.


‘For the many, not the few’ The Labour party slogan on the back of us lifting The White Stripes Corbyn song for McInnes. Since when did memes need footnotes?


The biggest ever meme on the page in terms of likes, shares and reach. Also built on repeat posting, which is also part of the joke. It just gets under their skin, every time.


This was a huge post. Enormous reach (close to 50 000) a lot of comments, a lot of shares. Not a single comment defending The Sun, or saying not to be political on the page. Quite fascinating to see just how unpopular Murdoch and his propaganda vehicle are. Shows why the mainstream media are so determined to control social media and the internet in general. ‘Fake news’ really? What has that rag and many others been pumping out for over a century.


Talking of fake news…


People move on in life. Some people you just know are decent and honest. Others you are bitter about…






One of my favourite comments was someone pointing out ‘he’s even got a little comb over!’. Maybe that’s why I do this nonsense.


Me and Zlatan


Teenage kicks

So I did something I’m ashamed of. Really ashamed of. The video some of you will have seen on social media of the climbing of the Pittodrie floodlights… I clicked the link. I know, terrible and shameful. I clicked on a link that took me into The Daily Record website.

I’d already seen some of the comments, as I would normally just ignore that sort of thing. ‘Shocking, disgraceful, vandals, should be locked up’. But it was the floodlights and they are my favourite part of Pittodrie, maybe my favourite bits of architecture in the whole world.

So I clicked on the link. And then I went from half sneering disapproval to admiring the view, and then praying they would get down safe. Worrying what their Mums thought every time they left the house.

Then I wondered why they did it, and why didn’t they climb a mountain instead? A nice big safe mountain, with a big bouncy castle at the bottom so if they fall off, they’ll be fine. Which is how mountaineering works right? No one falls to their death there…

So why are the floodlights special to me? They are the keeper of the magical midweek atmosphere, piercing the North East sky and everything the North Sea can throw at us. The beacons that call us to the games and light up the stage. Pittodrie, the grass an electric green, the lights picking off the red on Peter Weir’s shirt as he darts between defenders.

The new stadium will have lights, but it won’t have floodlights. They are not needed, so Stewart Milne won’t have them. He won’t be designing the stadium but it will be built in his reflected style. That of his houses. Ruthlessly effective, ruthlessly sound, ruthlessly solid, ruthlessly unimaginative, ruthlessly lacking aesthetics or vision. The Stewart Milne way.

So they get down okay, and you have to admire their bravery and skill. Climbing from the lower deck to the upper deck is a particularly impressive feat, and must have had Dick Donald spinning in his grave. At the thought of them getting in without paying. And lads, stoppit! You will never reach higher than the Dandy Dons blog again, so consider your climbing career, peaked.


Who do we think they are? Part 2

The second and final part of Sandy’s photos. Some are obvious, a few legends, a missing tache, some complete unknowns, kipper ties, and  three might be from Dundee.

The comments are open at the end of the article, or comment on the link on Facebook.

Here’s part 1.

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Who do we think they are? Part 1

Sandy sent in some photos from a few years ago. Some of them are obvious, particularly at the beginning, but neither Sandy or I know who a few of them are. We have some guesses, but pretty sure there are a few out there who will know exactly who everyone else is, and maybe have some stories they want to share.

The comments are open at the end of the article, or comment on the link on Facebook.

Part Two to follow.









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Me and Willie Miller


I’m an Aberdonian, but I didn’t grow up in the city. I moved back into Aberdeen at seventeen, and went to a couple of games that first season. The football kicked in properly the following season, when I began as an art student at Gray’s School of Art. I didn’t know what middle class was, I found out at Gray’s School of Art I wasn’t. This may be part of what drew me to Pittodrie, or maybe I just ‘got the habit’. It would be wrong to say there were a lot of wankers at Gray’s, it would however be correct to say there were a lot of wankers teaching. A lot of wage thieves too. (I’m sure they are great now) One particular nasty piece of work threw me off the course, but I’m not bitter. His name was Ian Cargill. What a cunt he was.

Anyway, the fitba. It was during this time, and the following years that football, art, and the city of Aberdeen all seeped into me. Pittodrie, the team, the city. Effectively the art side of The Dandy Dons, is what I am expressing now, all these years later. When it’s all out of me, then I’m done.

I’m a web designer, I need websites to work with. The name The Dandy Dons came about when I bought the domain name during the McGhee years. Yes, I know. We were as far from Dandy as we’d ever been. It was an expression I hadn’t heard in decades. It was bought knowingly ironic, and with a nod to the team I grew up with. Then along came McInnes with his talent and his work ethic, and the whole irony thing, wiped out at a stroke. Bastard.

The secret of comedy is timing. The time I became a regular at Pittodrie, was the very beginning of the Porterfield years. Now it’s kind of funny in comparison to the years just before that, but watching a team with Miller, McLeish, Leighton, McKimmie, Robertson, Bett, Hewitt, Connor, Grant etc. was nae bad. But the more I watched, the more I focussed in on Willie Miller. To the point that the rest didn’t matter so much. He was a genius, the ball was like a magnet, it just went to him, all the time.

Here’s something silly now, I was at around fifty games at Pittodrie, before I ever saw them lose. And that was the day Willie Miller got sent off against St Mirren for mistiming a tackle by about a week. I can still picture the referee trying to call him over, Wullie innocently looking stage left as if nothing was up.

So that’s why Wullie keeps popping up on the page. Sometimes he’s the profile picture, and I keep doing stupid things with the cup pose at Easter. Because Wullie is God. And it’s okay to wallow in the past, because I also wallow in the present.



Football is all about opinions, even if those opinions are largely stupid…

Some contradicting opinions about stuff, some not so serious, one is exceptionally delicate though.

I really want to see player x, get a game in midfield. Why haven’t we had a chance to see that?

Really. Really?! Fucking really. So the fact we know the current manager knows what he is doing, and we are pretty damned lucky to have kept hold of him so long, and despite the fact (this bit will blow your mind) the players play football almost every day, and the people who work in football and are good at their job, are watching and analysing and scientifically measuring (the GPS on their backs) their performance, energy levels, hunger, commitment and form, you, you, yes you, want to see such and such player played in a certain position, so you can make the decision as to whether that player is good enough. Really?

So welcome to the Dandy Dons podcast, with me Iain from the Dandy Dons. So Iain, we drew 1-1, what did you think should have been done?

Thanks for having me on Iain, I think we should trust in the manager because that’s his fucking job.

And we’ll be back same time next week, for exactly the same podcast.

Coming soon, The Dandy Dons podcast. No not really.

I’m hearing reports of…

Oh for fucks sake. Stop it. We’ve ALL got Twitter. And if someone was risking their entire career feeding you information direct from Pittodrie they’d be a grade A fucking idiot, and McInnes would have them by the throat within the hour. Stop it.

Aberdeen FC fan pages, posting official Aberdeen FC content, as if it were their own.

They can post exactly the same content via the Share button. This will allow the club to measure the full reach of their own content AND it will send clicks back to the club’s official pages, which in turn sends people to their shop and their ticket office, and possibly gets them signed up to Red TV, or any of the other services the club offers.

So when you see the official Match Day advert appear on half a dozen pages within 15 minutes of each other (none of which have been shared, but posted as if original content), ask yourselves why those pages didn’t just share the content instead.

Criticising Aberdeen players

When the transfer window is closed, when we have no better players, when even a fucking idiot knows if you get on people’s backs, make them feel unwelcome, make them scared of making a mistake, they will in turn become a far worse player, here’s an idea, get off the player’s back and try some positive re-enforcement. I can remember the first time I spotted the exceptionally nasty element in the Pittodrie crowd (all clubs have them) Willie Falconer was a sub, warming up in front of the Merkland Stand, he did a short sprint towards the exit at the Main Stand, some arsehole shouts ‘Keep on runnin’ Falconer’ a cheer from the arsehole element in the crowd. Falconer was nineteen years old. Went on to play for Celtic and Middlesbrough. But no, the pig ignorant element in our support wanted to destroy someone.

Death, serious illness and rounds of applause

I don’t care if you take offence with the above as they really don’t matter. But this is different, this is delicate, no offence is intended. As with everyone, I am very sorry when anyone dies, or faces serious illness or any hardship. I’ve personally lost important people in my life in the last few years, let’s face it if you haven’t, we all know it’s coming at some point. It is going on around people all the time. Bereavement, suffering from a serious illness, taking care of someone with a serious illness. Life can be awful sometimes.

But then there’s football, and the minute’s applause or silence. My concern is with those who are in the middle of hell, and here they are at the football to get away from it for a very short time, and here’s another reminder. Plus there is the random nature of who is getting the honour. I know this is delicate, but we are getting to the point where we need several rounds of applause during a game sometimes. And still there will be people left out, lost and alone.

I’ve also a problem with the minute’s silence and black armbands when a player has died. Graham Leggat is a prime example. There was a fantastic banner, lots of information about him, black armbands… why didn’t we do this when he was alive? (without the armbands obviously). Celebrate the man, and let him see it. Which I know isn’t an Aberdeen, or even a football problem, it’s a human being problem. We need to let people see how important they were/are.  Why do people have to die before we celebrate them…

Yeah I probably need the football to start.