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In that KDS post, when he's talking to his chums, does he just have a typo epidemic or do they write 'teh' and 'taht' to sound more Irish?

Come on Danny, even if (especially if!) you don't care about the RST, there's no need to negatively post on the thread.

I have to take issue with Frankie on one point - MacPherson, a player? Come, come, now, Sir.

Who can argue with that? Wise words, Ian.

As much as I am satisfied, if that's the right word, to see religions exposed for what they are, it's hardly Rangers Chat.

From my vantage point in the bath, I didn't hear anything. Question: do you listen to their games on the radio? I never have.

I would guess because you can see what Naismith offers the team when he gets a run of games - intelligent forward play with a decent amount of finishing ability. I'm trying to think of someone to compare him to, and for some reason Gordon Durie is the name I keep thinking of. A useful but not brilliant forward who can chip in with 10-15 goals a season.

I was thinking about him, but I'm not sure if he's played enough. Mind you, neither has Bell.

I'd say he does it by creating s supremely well organised team; lacking in flair but set up to minimise goals against and with the expectation that, being Rangers, we'll get a couple. Sounds simple but it's the fact that he gets his players to stick to the plan (unlike, say, George Burley) that makes him such a good boss.

Btw, when they give out the list for Young PoTY, I would put forward Kilmarnock's keeper Cammy Bell. He seems to be a real prospect.

It gets better and better.

Perhaps our ex-players should consult Celtic before dying, just in case it doesn't fit their plans.

Ha! Biscuit adverts. Gives me the chance, yet again, to post my favourite one from the 80s. The scene: a Mexican village, hot and dusty. The locals are snoozing, but in one low dwelling the sound of shouting can be heard. A feisty, dark haired and dark eyed wench storms out and goes off screen. A heavily moustachioed villager comes to the door. He speaks (hideously stereotyped accent): My conchita has left me! I can't stand eet! At this, the villagers spring to life and cheer him with the following refrain. ALL: You can stand eet with Bandit, gets your chin off the floor New big bar Bandit ees as beeg as a door They sing something else I can't recall, and at the end of their inspired chanting the dark eyed wench returns, flashing our hero the unmistakable signs of a woman who has returned and expects to resume her place as boss of the house. The chap turns to camera, face ablaze with smiles: My conchita has come back! (face falls, sotto voce): I can't stand eet! cut to fade, as the song of the village is reprised. How that never won an Ivor Novello and a BAI gong is beyond me. You've got The Magnificent Seven, The Outlaw, plus the musical class of Lloyd Webber. Genius!

Sounds like he should be having his boaby examined first.

Lost in la-la land!

"Stellar career" is stretching it a bit...but I quite agree about Captain Fantastic and The Incredible Treble.

They all need to grow up, both 'them' and the SFA.

Never been able to stand McNeill, I never saw him play but he was an occasional incoherent presence in the commentary booth, proving again that an inability to be understood is no barrier to employment in football. But even I feel bad about this exploitation of an elderly gent whose memory is clearly going. Shame on you, The Sun.

I'll settle for a win over St Mirren before I start worrying about April! We didn't exactly roll over them last time.

That would be an unfair reflection on the league, to be honest. It's a poor standard but there are decent players at other teams. Two Rangers plus 2 others would better reflect the idea behind the award.

I have avoided buying the Times and Sunday Times since the oafish one was employed to wax pishical on sporting matters Calendonian (see how easy it is to write like Graham!), but on espying the snow continuing to cover my corner of Johnstone this afternoon, I redirected my portly gait toward the newsagent. 'Another day of soggy boots wasting my valued, 22 year old carpet,' I thought. 'Fresh newspaper required. What better,' I further ruminated, 'than the increasingly jowly visage of Scotland's leading exponent of The Sectarian Industry with which to wipe our shoes?' It was with this pleasant prospect in mind, added to the always enjoyable experience of perusing the grudging praise/furious accusations of our appalling media, that I retired with a cup of tea and a biscuit to see what 'The Thunderer' had to offer. First disappointment was that in his report, there was no picture of Captain Sectaria. A temporary blow - when I turned the page, there was an almost full page photo of our elegant scribe, casually attired and perfectly placed for a snowy welly. That page now adorns the space behind my front door - all callers welcome. Second disappointment, and the point of this aimless farrago, is the comments he made in his match report. I shall spare you the cant of most of it, but this sentence bears repeating: I wonder at this intelligent man, capable writer, Christian activist. Is he just 'at it' or does he really believe that which he writes? Either way, what he puts forward to the public must be taken at face value as his opinion; in that case, he's beyond satire now. On a weekend when Celtic's fans, and only Celtic's fans, showed disrespect for a man who did them no harm, and indeed represented the sort of pan-European positivity they are so keen to foster when it suits, and on a weekend when one of their supporters displayed his ignorance of Argentine history in a sad attempt to insult a man who suffered grieviously in a war - makes no odds if you agreed with the war or not, good manners dictate better behaviour - Graham Spiers chooses to criticise both halves of the Old Firm equally. One wonders if he will be so even handed next time we (as we assuredly will) let ourselves down. Unsurprising but dispiriting, Graham Spiers is such a disappointment.

I see this wallah has been 'outed' as someone from Derry. Qu'elle surprise. Quite the political animal, he is no doubt aware of the Imperialist right wing history of the Argentine government during the period of the Falklands War. Or does he suppose it was a cabal of disaffected South American Indians who, outraged at the occupation of their spiritual homeland by the infidel British, rowed their dug out canoes to Port Stanley and proclaimed la liberacion? I am so fed up with these foreign wallopers dragging their shite over the Irish sea.

If it's a 4 man list, then Davis and Weir will defo be on it; Stokes ought to be, and the fourth man will probably be someone like Gary Kenneth.

Being sponsored by a fizzy chemical bevvy company is embarrassing enough...I don't see how the symbol can make it any worse.

How about we wipe our arses on the papers, thus cocking a snook at the tims, the media, and piss off the cleaners into the bargain? EDIT: cleaners at Celtic Park <titter>