Humped....

Asked in the pub on friday what I thought the outcome of Saturday's game against Kilmarnock would be, I confidently if somewhat slurred answered that 'We'd hump 'em!!'. My detailed and insightful prediction proved to be incredibly accurate as Celtic cruised to their first win of the season. I can't comment too much on the match itself having done the honourable thing and tended to my wedding preparations rather than watching the match.

I'm looking forward to catching the highlights on the 'New and Improved' Scotsport SPL tonight after Sarah O (o is for ohmigodIamuglyandtalentless) and Julian were apparently the victims of mercy killings over the summer by people who like watching football highlight shows that are presented by people who actually know a thing or two about football. It'll be interesting to see what the format is like and whether they've still got the audience sitting on garden furniture

Preseason over...thankfully

Getting our asses handed to us by a bunch of Manchester United reserves had very little in the way of a silver lining other than Liam Miller missing a sitter for United. I'm willing to keep faith with the management though and not read too much into our abysmal preseason performances.

I don't know what was worse though, Celtic's level of play or the patronising Channel 5 commentary. Actually I do know what was worse than both of those....John "eh" Barnes' incoherent mumblings that channel 5 have tried to pass as insightful punditry. That guy is dangerous enough with a microphone when he's sitting still, who thought it would be a good idea to give him a free role and let him surprise attack Ferguson and Strachan in the tunnel.

Home to Kilmarnock on Saturday. Kick Off at 12.30.

Blog Block

The summer so far has been fairly lacking in blog postings. This has been caused by a number of things (not in order of importance): the football season ending, wedding plans kicking into overdrive, being fairly busy in work.

So with the football season beginning again and as the wedding plans start to become reality its time to dust off the keyboard and get some posts flowing again although they may not quite as interesting as Jonny's trip to Chernobyl!!! (he's subsequently grown long hair and an extra ear).

To kick off I've a short to-do list of things I'd like to-do before the end of the year so rather than having them tucked away on a page in my notebook I thought I'd put 'em here to further remind me what I should be to-do'ing.

1. Get Married
2. Decorate the Flat
3. Write a (short) book
4. do a non-work orientated training course
5. Write a script

Not the longest of lists but not very specific taskwise (except of course #1) which gives me a bit of flexibility in getting it complete before year end.

New Illness...

I think I'm suffering from acute WCWS (World Cup Withdrawal Syndrome). I rushed home from work yesterday evening coz somewhere in my subconcious a little voice was telling me that I'd have a good night relaxing in front of some world cup footie on the telly. Curse you Subconcious!!!! Not only was there obviously no football but the tellybox had been invaded by reality TV from all sides.

Channel 4 had big brother, STV had Celebrity Love Island and the BBC had Only Fools on horses (seriously...what the f*ck is that show all about). The hours before all this reality torture was nearly worse with double bills of all our 'favourite' soaps. The poor viewers who missed the latest deaths/adulteries/depressing revelation in Albert Square, the Rovers Returns or some field in Emmerdale could now reset their body clock to receive its daily fix of inane drivel. Thank god Film Four is becoming available on freeview so I can fill the empty void.

Either that or I could always get a hobby!!

The End is nigh...

The end of the Yellow/Red card fest that was the World Cup that is. 4 games remaining but thats hopefully enough games for the tournament to redeem itself. I'm chuffed with getting all four winners of the semi-finals correct (should've put money on it though) and has left us with two very tasty match-ups with Germany vs. Italy tonight and France vs. Portugal tomorrow. Both have the potential to be absolute crackers so fingers crossed the fans get to watch the kind of football Brazil promised but never delivered.

Meanwhile onboard Engerland's easyjet flight home Crouch , Sven and ex-captain Beckham all give their 2 cents regarding England's failure.

I wonder how long the WAGs (that's Wives and Girlfriends for the uninitiated) remain linked to their not so successful other halves.