Uilleam

Yes, but you have to factor in the ability of the players at the manager's (coaches') disposal. And that is a whole other debate. This season, in particular, I have thought, after (during!) every game, 'Not good enough', and that, for me, is, well, not good enough.

A shocking challenge, and a straight red card anywhere else in Europe. Little wonder BT replayed it a no of times. Never mind the bad media, Brenda, two or three more poor results and you can throw your players under the wheels of the green brigade's Gaza relief convoy.

The most likely outcome will be a disciplinary promotion for the deceitful drab.

I think, as I said elsewhere, earlier, that they may be over reaching themselves. They have come to believe that they may act, in any way, and publish, well, most anything, with impunity, hence the appalling display of bigotry and arrogance at the swinefold, and articles such as Hamilton's lie, and Braiden's scurrilous speculation. They will come unstuck. Hubris will usher in nemesis, and the sooner the better.

So the Glasgow Herald, as it once was, has apologised (in a manner of speaking) for the scurrilous nonsense Gerry Braiden (no North Briton he, I'll wager), and some ambulance chaser, whom one would think would know better, presented to the public, yesterday, re: Rangers and Joey B. What with this and the disgraceful displays at the piggery, would I be right in thinking that they begin to over reach themselves, as that type always tends to do? It will end, as it always tends to do, in tears and frustration for them.

It all sounds a trifle complex for these rubes: not only do they have to get the palm of one hand to hit the palm of the other, more than once, they have to do it in unison. Still, now that oil is seventeen shillings and sixpence per barrel, or whatever, they will have plenty of rehearsal time.

I hear that the arrestee is called 'Lynch'.

Would the collective noun be, in the newspaper trade, a "Chapel" of assholes?

Unless this ambulance chaser has seen transcripts, statements and suchlike, his observations are purely speculative, and quite without value. File under 'Mischief Making'. Of course if he has had sight of documents, it begs the rather large question of source.

In this country you may insult the Head of State in the vilest manner possible, and the authorities will take no action; if, however, you chose to apply the same or similar teminology to the Bishop of Rome, old Pontifex Maximus himself, you risk a custodial sentence. (For the avoidance of doubt, I should rather that we could disparage, disrespect, or deprecate both, fearlessly.)

Christ, that wasn't actually betting, it was merely "buying money".

Joey Barton not involved?

Until I hear more, and to the contrary, I am inclined to treat this as little more than a sterrheid rammy, albeit one writ large by the slavering press, to a man desperate for Barton to be caught in bed with a dead woman, or a live man.

"Watty", perhaps?

Barton sent home from training. Surprised?.........Nah.

After that SC win, I was given a pen with "The Kai was No Surrender" embossed on it. It disappeared years ago, unfortunately.

Yes, but sometimes you just...know.

Therapeutic.

They will be serving this, then THE ZOMBIE 1/2 ounce rum -- white rum 1 1/2 ounces rum -- golden rum 1 ounce rum -- dark rum 1/2 ounce rum -- 151-proof rum 1 ounce lime juice 1 teaspoon pineapple juice 1 teaspoon papaya juice 1 teaspoon superfine sugar Collins glass Instructions: Stir together all these ingredients (the juice in the recipe is what mixologist David Embury calls the "mystery ingredient"; it can be pineapple juice, passion fruit nectar, coconut milk, apricot, or cherry brandy -- just about anything this side of Romilar) except the 151 and pour into a 14-ounce glass three-fourths full of cracked ice. Float the 151 as a lid (by pouring it into a spoon and gently dipping it under the surface of the drink). Then, if the spirit moves you, take a match to this mixture; it will burn. Garnish with mint (either straight or dipped in lime juice and then superfine sugar) and/or fruit. (A particularly fetching touch: On a toothpick, impale a lemon slice or pineapple cube between two maraschino cherries and lay this fruit kabob atop of the drink). Supply a straw and, after two, a hammock. After three: a stretcher.

McCoist's period as manager was characterised by laziness, and cynicism.

Maybe he could do Jacques Brel (one of those pesky famous Belgians). "We had joy, we had fun, We had seasons in the sun".........

Actually, Edith Piaf might have made a better fist of it...........

Sadly, a successful Scotland qualification campaign, and the comcomitant feelgood factor, inevitably would be hijacked by Sturgeon and her gang, and strapped to her Indyref 2 bandwagon. Another good reason, perhaps, not to give a flying one about the fortunes of the National XI.

The Rangers shareholder’s staff have been caught taking cocaine, cannabis and amphetamines. Not the Newcastle United owner, then........

Hope that you have a professional in charge, and not the guy from Household Wares @John Lewis.