Interesting development?

According to today’s article in The Herald, Strachan is quoted as saying he received no abuse from any Aberdeen fans. Wonder if the papers will issue an apology to the club and its fans? Former Dons manager Billy McNeill’s column springs to mind.

His, presumably ghost-written, article in one of the red-top scum rags was a real disappointment. McNeill, obviously, is a Celtic man but has always been fair towards Aberdeen, a club who helped get his managerial career on track. His team of the late seventies set the foundations for Ferguson’s success and recently, as big Zander’s adviser, was instrumental in keeping a young player at Aberdeen, where his career could develop better.

McNeill always struck me as a dignified sort which is why his comments were more annoying than those of the usual arseholes that populate the Scottish media.

Double dose of genius tonight…

…Frankie Boyle and Rich Hall, at the Assembly Rooms.

Spare keks packed, in case of pish-related emergencies. 

Bought a new camera

A wee treat for myself. It does video and acts as a web-cam.

Filthy podcasts, ahoy!

Immediately, The Legend is online, looking for a better one.

Dear, oh dear.

Gordon Strachan is going mad

Leaving aside the rights and wrongs of whatever happened at Pittodrie (I’m of the belief that if fans dish it out, they should take it back, rather than running to the polis, but I digress), there is no doubt the little wanker is losing the plot.

His interviews over the last year or so have been patronising and insulting; both towards the journalists asking the questions and the fans listening to the answers.  The defending of his teams various misdemeanours is embarrassing and he needs to get out of Glasgow before the job does him in.

The Chlamydia Bratislava debacle aside, which he can legitimately claim wasn’t down to him, he’s had no pressure.  Two strolls to the league title, two cups and progression to the last 16 of the European Cup (where nobody expected them to go further) and he’s sniping and picking fights.  What happens if he goes into the January game against R**gers in second place?  What if they lose?  Most of the fans, despite the success, want him out for not being one of their pathetic, whiny own.

Christ, they banjoed him when he played at Parkhead for the Dons, remember?

A sad end to the career of a great player who should maybe consider broadcasting as his future.  McLeish looks ten years younger than he did at R**gers, I think Strachan needs to get out before he loses his health, as well as his reputation.

I would slap the following Celtic players first…

Aiden McGeady.  I’d never tire of it.

Scott McDonald, an old firm cheating, whinging wanker already.

Paul Hartley, because he’s a mink.

Kenny Miller, just a face for smacking.

Gordon Strachan.  A disappointment to end all disappointments.

I’m sure there are some arseholes out there who think there’s an agenda here, but it’s purely on an individual level.  Their faces need slapping.  I would do a similar exercise with R**gers, but we’d be here all night.

Don’t get me started on the fucking fans.  Facial reconfiguration would be a good thing.

Old Ronaldinho Goal.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42T4US5G2OQ

Yes, I know I need a life…

…but this has made me so angry!

The internet was, undoubtedly, invented for this sort of thing.

The top ten sexiest women in The Simpsons.

Total disgrace, the real winner came (ahem…) in at number 5.

Marge winning, I can accept, even though she’s overrated.

If only her nagging wasn’t so underrated.

(The faint-hearted shouldn’t open this link about women like Marge).

The above link is a genuine website!

Perhaps the internet should be banned.

Three guesses who told me about that site…

Marge! You have a fat, bald guy.

Be happy with it, you hit the jackpot!

Lu-Ann van Houten? The Duff Beer Girls? Stewards inquiry, methinks.

Don’t worry Edna, me and James Caan would still rattle you.

Karl Rove has resigned

“To spend more time with his family”.

I take it he was fucking children?

In the Oval Office, perhaps?

While Bush watched…

Democracy in action…

…or not, as the case may be.

Bear in mind how right-wing, market-driven the source is.

James, last night

What can I say?  Amazing.  Again.

The Legend and I are in physical pain.

Goldielocks had her James cherry popped.

If Booth had asked me to strap a bomb to my chest last night, I would’ve.

Pile of new material, including some first airings.  Ever.

Opening songs; Born of Frustration, Tomorrow and Sit Down.

Ended with Sometimes and Ring the Bells.

Encore; new song, Getting Away With It and She’s a Star.

They could play a different set entirely tonight.

It would be fucking excellent.