While The Peeppul are dreaming about helicopters, their brothers-in-lodge are putting practical plans into action. Neo-Gers needed to win on Sunday to secure second place, while even a draw would mean Celtic winning the title. Of course, that couldn’t be allowed to happen, so up stepped Don Robertson to gift Neo-Gers two of the softest […]

There’s nothing I can say about Billy McNeil that hasn’t already been said hundreds of time already. So, I’ll simply say, R.I.P. And, may I say, although Dementia is horrible for those around the sufferer, for the person themselves it can be a kind of blessing. My mother-in-law, who was one of the nicest and […]

Back in the 1980s the local polis used to sometimes target Stirling University’s  Allangrange Student/Staff Club, the ‘Grange’ as we all knew it. Normally, the dark recesses of the disco bar reeked of dope, but that ceased abruptly when the DS were on the case. Two guys would be sitting at a table, trying to […]

Well, Honest Dave’s latest statement was interesting. It wasn’t what he said, so much as what he didn’t say. No new manager to get excited about, no promise of marquee signings. Basically, the drive to sell season tickets this year is all about appealing to the paranoia of The Peeppul. Effectively, Neo-Gers have improved and […]

Things are going from bad to worse. It turns out that he won’t be facing any charges, but the very fact that the SFA was even considering hauling Joe Worrall up was a load of complete nonsense. The SFA must think Celtic supporters are all sensitive wee souls like The Peeppul. I mean, why would […]

The Daily Record, always first with the news, has an article about who the Antichrist is, or rather was. Some expert has said that the 666 refers to a Hebrew alphanumeric representation of the Emperor Nero’s full name. I learned about that over 40 years ago and it certainly wasn’t a new idea even then. […]

It didn’t take long for El Guffalo to recant, did it? On Monday, he was all full of mea culpas, but the Hunnish Inquisition, in the shape of Big Jabba, soon knocked that on the head. I don’t know if thumbscrews or the rack were involved, but now, it was all Scott Brown’s fault, he […]

BILLY – Hey, ma! What the fuck’ve ye done wi’ ma best stabbin’ knife? MA – Is it no’ in the toap drawer, next tae yer wankin’ soacks? BILLY – Naw, that’s ma slashin’ blade. Ah need ma stabbin’ knife, wi’ the sharp point an’ serrated edges. MA – Aw, that wan. Yer wee brother […]

I haven’t been on for a few days because I’m working on the next book in the Neo-Gers saga. Hopefully they’ll die some time soon because I’m running out of punk bands to use for book and chapter titles. Anyway, I knew once the dust had settled after Sunday that Scott Brown would get the […]