Well now,

The football fan generally, the Celtic fan in particular, tends towards that heady mixture of optimism and (sporting)despair. Celtic dropped two points against Edinburgh Hibernian, the day after the huns gamesmanshipped their way to another result (google Lafferty): still at it(google Boughera), and yet I believe we, the Celts will win the league on Sunday. We will beat Hearts by two or three goals, and the huns will lose to Dundee United.

Today was blessed by warm sunshine and showers. The swallows have again returned to Mo the sheep's shed and the ducks are happy with their new pond(aka a decent supply of water for the first time since they were denied access to the Eye Water by a trigger-happy upstart farm owner). The greyhound got bitten on the leg by the terrier yesterday but he seems easier today. I bought him steak today which helped his spirits.

Fixed an ill-fitting, noisy door, repotted an apple tree and planted a tray of lupins I grew from seed.

The last of the doves(Lonesome) seems to have flown the coop. The rest of them, twenty three souls, perished at the hands of hawks and traffic. Lonesome has roosted with a woodpigeon for a few months and seems to have returned to wilderness living(perhaps the two street pigeons I saw a few weeks ago were the offspring of Lonesome and partner. Lonesome no more would be a happy ending to a survival story.

Mo the sheep is getting old. I gave him a home when he was an orphaned lamb at the start of the last foot and mouth outbreak. He gets up when I bring his grub over but retuns to lie at the foot of the open shed door. I don't know if I've done him any favours since we met but he is still alive.

Shaktar and Bremen are drawing 1-1 mid-way through the second half of the Eufa Cup final.

Der hun dropped two points the night after the good guys won three against Dundee united.

Now we are back on top on a goal difference of two. Two games to play.........we win the six points, we win the league.


We are in for James McCarthy.................I hope we sign this young guy: class in the making.


Bucketing with rain this morning. I've been trying to make a pond for the geese (eight). Bought a petrol water pump which is set up by the river pending the late arrival of the liner from Screwfix........promised delivery yesterday but didn't happen. Annoying because the liner needs piecing to fit and this needs dry weather for bonding the plastic......dry weather we had yesterday.................

The British news is preocuppied with emerging details of a centuries-old parliamentary tradition............. MP's screwing their expenses............... Rotten to the core. In this country, assuming the SNP has not engaged in some of the more outrageous thievery of their constitutional opponents, the aim national independence will be boosted. To paraphrase Connolly: we may well see the blue flag of constitutional British monarchic Scottish independence hoisted above Edinburgh Castle. Talking of which, Fred the shred Goodwin is in the news today over his sixteen million quid pension awarded to hime under the scruitiny of government, by his board. Bankers!


The Scottish Socialist Party is the only vehicle for real freedom for the working class. I hope the party can rebuild the base which was cruely undermined by the the capitalists and their stooge Tommy Sheridan. The June European elections offer an opportunity to the SSP. I hope the labourers are sufficient for the harvest now offered. The facist alternative to the labcon mainstream right....I was handed a BNP leaflet by the postman yesterday......!........!.........needs to be nipped in it's cankerous bud.


Google Scottish Socialist Party to find out more. Vote SSP under their slogan: Make Greed History!

Plato and Glaucon, caves and shadows......let light shine on all related life on this beautiful planet. The cat just came in.......dark, dusky, fur-balled maiden. She sees the light. Socrates....... of fish, Eyemouth-bound.................the river polluted by septic-tanks, farmers and other never-do-wells sons of humans. Never seen the kingfisher this year. Seen two Jays between Swinton and Duns two days ago. The son(in law)is singing to himself.........the theme from The Bodyguard. You can choose your friends........


I live in the country, right next to a trunk road.......... noise........detatched though. I empathise with Gazans and other enclave peoples on account. Better than "social" housing. Lonely are the Brave alright. Beowulf is on the telly...son likes it....minds me of Longfellow and his "Tales of a Wayside Inn;" a further thought occurrend in the seconds before process...I heard....years ago..... of a man from Hartwood Hospital who jumped through a window to his death shouting "Geronimo!" Impressed the nurses I think...........

I think I'll shove-off to Sandy Pylos to enquire after my father ...............................

Sad, aye, dissappointedly sad. Not fucking good enough Celtic PLC. The game is a majorly minor divertion...a crumb fallen from "the crouton of life(Robbie Coltrain);" and we will all be dead soon: dead and long forgot. My English is atrocious: words fail me.....regularly....Anyway.........my home grown is dying, supply-wise.....and I'm thinking of doing the West Highland Way, or at least shoving-off to some other corner of oblivion.


Set up ( a diversion, like Hornblower on ITV4 earlier) my hi fi system: Marrantz equalizer(apparently of no use) Technics amp, Kenwood tuner, Technics cassette, and CD(CD playing Cypress IV the(just)now). Aberlour Whiskey, Skunk, and Becks, collectively numbing. Had to smoke a joint before the game. My heart was racing in the frustration of an unneccessary debacle.

When your life is nowhere Celtic is somewhere, and I feel as let-down as the next man........the bigots beat the good guys today................at football.........what restricted minds we have........like this means the bigots have won, still at least a few Catholics will not be stabbed tonight........ahhhh..... Bonnie Scotland......