PAT, MICK AND THE IRISHMAN

What an absolute fucking disgrace that Neo-Gers match was! When I saw the score, I assumed that Motherwell had lain down to them, but I couldn’t have been further from the truth. I watched the lowlights on Sportscene and it was all down to Brother Boabby and the comedy double-act running the lines. Michael Stewart […]

TALKING BOLLOCKS

As usual, there are folk moaning on Twitter about how poorly Celtic performed last night. They won, for fuck’s sake, against Braga Riga, who are no pushover. And, good as Braga Riga are, they were obviously wary of Celtic as they spent nearly the whole match defending their own half. The Daily Record, of course, […]

BURY MY FAT AT WOUNDED KNEE

So, the Morelos injury was nowhere near as bad as the agnivores were making out. According to them, he was stretchered off with his leg hanging by a thread. The physios had to be careful with it as one false move would have left El Guffalo’s leg behind on the pitch. And the prognosis wasn’t […]

BACK TO THE EIGHTIES

Cast your mind back to forty years ago, when people still used to buy the Daily Record. Those were the days when the DR still had a Page 3 Girl and the letters page was filled with proud mums asking if it was a record that their son had finished the Rubik’s Cube in two […]

WE DIDN’T START THE FIRE

I’ve just realised that I haven’t been on here for over two weeks! I’ve started writing yet another book, which needs a good deal of research and I’m afraid I’ve got carried away. “Don’t talk tae me aboot gettin’ kerried away. That fat basturt Morelos scraped against ma car last week when ay wiz drivin’ […]