The special blend of mawkishness, overpriced tat and celebration of the greatest ever achievement by a football team is captured so lovingly. Only 50,000 more to sell and Celtic can finally buy that really creative midfield player they have been missing so much since Lubo Moravcik left the club.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
"Move away now - there is nothing to see here."
Don't mind me: Just changing the template to the blog. Hopefully the links will be put back in (and updated) at some point later today. However, if you will still insist on continuing to look at the page - here's something to gladden any eye:
The special blend of mawkishness, overpriced tat and celebration of the greatest ever achievement by a football team is captured so lovingly. Only 50,000 more to sell and Celtic can finally buy that really creative midfield player they have been missing so much since Lubo Moravcik left the club.
The special blend of mawkishness, overpriced tat and celebration of the greatest ever achievement by a football team is captured so lovingly. Only 50,000 more to sell and Celtic can finally buy that really creative midfield player they have been missing so much since Lubo Moravcik left the club.
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Good grief, it looks all grown up sort of. Nice template though. Don't know that I'm overly enamoured by the picture though. Sour grapes from Saturdays Penalty award/non-award.
You mean to say that you have not yet ordered this beautiful "gold rimmed porcelain plate"? It looks as bad as we played last night - pure garbage!
Oh, and, like the new wallpaper.
Funny how souvenirs and memorabilia of 1967 always get dragged out when Celtic are playing crap in Europe... just an observation like...
Kev W.
I hope that your dig is aimed at the marketing of such 'tat' within the bowels of the Celtic Marketing Dept rather than this poor wee blog ;-)
When in doubt, or when stumped for words, I reach for gratuitous references to Glasgow Celtic and its glory years (I'm still looking for a decent pic of Charlie Nicholas in his prime on the net); 'Orphans'; 'Tutti Frutti'; early eighties pop music; petty slag off's of the S(tudents) W(aving) P(lacards); and the excellent new publication 'Socialism or Your Money Back' (which I note, has yet to be reviewed in 'Scottish Socialist Voice' - shocking).
It's my way of telling the world that it is not yet time to turn off the life support machine.
I used to hold on to a few programmes and have in my cupboard soem Celtic ones of old. got the Celtic v Leeds semi final in 1970 at Hampden and the Celtic v Partick Thistle in the League Cup Final of 1973 (I think it was). A high and a low of the Jock Stein era.
I was at the Celtic v Real Madrid European Cup quarter final (2-0) with my brother. John Doyle scored a header if I recall. Dont think Charlie's pre-perm, bumcut hairdo was on evidence then. Quite a crowd it was, offically 67,000, and it was a helluva crush at the back of the Jungle.
Hello Kev,
I think the 4-1 defeat against Partick Thistle was from 1971. Before my time but I can remember seeing a picture of a grinning Jimmy Bone celebrating a goal - an image that for a number of reasons casts a chill across my spine.
It's a small world but I was also at the Celtic-Real Madrid game, in the Jungle, in '79. I would only have been seven at the time, but my Uncle (who would have been 15 at the time) took me when he went with his mates. For some reason, my uncle is now a Rangers fan which is kind of shocking when you think about it 'cos I've long held the view that when it comes to matters of life, you can change your hair colour/accent/your size/your politics (Liberal Democrats, here I come)/your nationality and - a nip and a tuck here and there - even your sex - but once decided upon you can't change your football team. That's a given.
We're around 90 minutes away from kick-off and here's my prediction - 5-1 to Barca. We are truly awful at the moment and Barcelona are playing a blinder, so this prediction isn't my "if I say we'll lose, then the opposite will happen"-type of things that you say Darren, but a realistic look at the facts.
Apart from the fact that we're gonnae get humped, the only pub I can watch it in will be the one with the screechin weedgie wummin in it (see previous Big Blowdown comments). So does the fact that both these events will definitely occur but that I still venture out on a cold wet London night make me some sort of masochist?
Darren, please delete the above message - seems I was, fortunately, wrong on that one!
Sorry Reidski,
I'm too much of a techno-cretin to work out all this deleting business and when you get as few comments as I get, you clutch them lovingly to your breast and give them pet names and everything. (Your comment is entitled: 'Reidski gets it right by getting it wrong.')
Weird thing is, I was travelling down from Scotland last night so I didn't get to follow the scores - like you I thought Celtic would get gubbed and, therefore, didn't bother - and I was at Kings Cross station waiting for a tube when I spotted the actor Dougie Henshall on the platform. I was a nano-second away from gushing to him how much I loved the film 'Orphans', but I stopped myself in case I started launching into my favourite lines from the film, and because he looked dead miserable.
I got on the tube and thought to myself: "Why is his face liked a slapped arse?" Apart from the obvious that he as a well known actor who perhaps wasn't too happy with the notion that he may be accosted on a platform at any moment by random nutters spouting the line from the film: "I only looked at his Daily Record", I suddenly realised that he was a red hot Celtic fan and the glumness must be explained away by a hammering from Barca - lonia. What do I find out later? The Bhoys get a creditable draw in the Nou camp, and I'm left thinking: "Aye, the face like a slapped arse stems from the fact that he was 'feart he was going to get accosted by the random nutter with the good taste in music, the penchant for lost political causes and the script from 'Orphans' embedded across his consciousness."
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