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......