Champions League football this season has enabled Celtic to achieve a remarkable set of interim financial results for the period 1 June 2012 to 31 December 2012. Turnover was up 71%, a stunning-ageddon figure.
Ticket sales and other stadium revenue was up marginally, to £18.598m (2011: £16.446m), as was merchandising, to £9.847m (2001: £7.821m), both reflecting the ancillary value of Champions League participation, but the big increase was in TV and media income, £21.613m, up from a paltry £5.004m in the same period of 2011.
The only amber flag on the results was the increase in operating costs, from £28.388m to £36.961m, a 30% increase, which will reflect higher bonus payments for Champions League participation, higher wage costs and a more general increase in running costs.
Pre-tax profit came in at £14.944m, leaving net bank debt at £130k.
These are fantastic results from a well-run club which will enable ever-more solid foundations to be laid. We are also one of the few clubs to qualify for the latter stages of the Champions League AND to do so profitably. Congratulations to all.
I’m participating on an online STV preview at 18:30 tonight, looking forward to the small challenge ahead. Hope you can join us.
The event is part of our 125 4 125 campaign – central to reinvigorating the charitable spirit which is part of the club we love. It will be a family occasions, tickets are available at £10 for adults and £5 for children. The night has been organised by several fans working in conjunction with the people at Celtic Charity, so please do your best to support this great occasion. Individual tickets or tables are available, details here.
I’ll see you there.
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MWD,
Pretty sure we’ll score in turin. A positive result tonight and juve will need to open up more than they’d like over there. We’re a team who can defend well and soak up pressure, barca will testify to that.
greenyin
If Celtic do not concede in the first 30 mins I think they’ll do this.
If we play it wisely we can go thru. lenny will have a job keepin the bhoys calm and focused. Keep the heid, win the tie
Last night I was talking to my 17 year-old grand-daughter. She was bemoaning the fact that her mother – my daughter-in-law – smokes cigarettes. Susan wondered out loud why we adults are so stupid as to risk our health and indeed our lives in the pursuit of such a “filthy and disgusting habit”. I resisted the urge to point out to her that it is not just we older people who smoke, while I wondered what kind of school she attends where none of her peers inhale the dreaded weed. Or perhaps they do it in secret, behind the bicycle sheds – do they still have bicycle sheds in modern day schools? – away from the prying eyes and sensitive noses of non-smokers like Susan, and more urgently, prowling teachers intent on catching them red, or nicotine-stain, handed.
Susan was on a mission as she mocked the world at large for allowing the sale of cigarettes in the first place.
“It’s all about profit and greed,” she said, turning up her little nose as if she had just caught a whiff of tobacco smoke. “Why should the big capitalist tobacco conglomerates care about people’s health when there are millions to be made?”
I began to wonder if she had been reading my weekly copy of Socialist Worker again.
“I understand where you are coming from girl,” I replied in an empathetic tone. “But it isn’t as bad as it used to be. The authorities have done a lot over the years to make smokers feel unwanted and unwelcome in most public places.”
“But it should be banned everywhere. Made totally illegal.”
“Even in the comfort of one’s own home?” I asked, playing devil’s advocate.
“Yes. All smokers should be transported to an island somewhere and left to smoke themselves and each other to death.”
I began to wonder where my grand-daughter was getting all this pent-up anger. As a non-smoker myself, I would not object to a total ban on smoking, but at the same time I realise it would be utterly impractical and unworkable.
“When I was your age, smokers were allowed to smoke anywhere and everywhere.”
“Where exactly?”
“Well, anywhere really. In restaurants. In the cinema. In the theatre.”
“No way.”
“Seriously,” I put my book down and gave her my full attention. “Ask your mum and dad. Believe it or not, people smoked in the waiting room at the doctor’s surgery.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“In fact, when you got in to see the doctor, sometimes he was puffing away as he examined you.”
“Now I know you are kidding me.”
“Seriously Susan, there was no restriction on smoking. Very few at least.”
She tilted her head slightly and looked at me for a few moments, deep in thought, rather like an attentive puppy dog.
“What about on an aircraft?”
“Yes, even there,” I confirmed, warming to the subject. “You were allowed to smoke on the plane. Well at least after take-off. When the plane had taken off, the no-smoking light went out and people would instantly light up.”
“But wasn’t it dangerous?”
“Of course it was – looking back. But in those days, as I have said, you could smoke anywhere. It was only through time that society woke up to the dangers of allowing people to smoke anywhere and everywhere.”
“They really smoked in the surgery?”
“Yes they did. In fact, as a teenager I remember my father being rushed to hospital with a hernia. When I went to visit him, patients were smoking in their beds.”
“Bullshit!”
“No shit. In fact, when the doctor came round to look at my father, he examined his stitches with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.”
“Oh my God that is so gross.”
“It gets better. When my first son was born – your uncle Tony – your grandmother, God rest her soul, was lying there, legs akimbo, and the midwife delivered the baby with a cigarette in her mouth.”
“Urgh!”
“Several times she had to brush away ash from your grandmother’s thighs.”
“No.”
“When I was at school I had to visit the dentist to have a tooth pulled.”
“No. Don’t tell me.”
“The dentist looked down into my wide open mouth with a burning cigarette hanging from between his lips. The dental nurse stood there with an ashtray which, at his signal, she would place under the cigarette and allow him to drop the ash into it with a clever flick of his tongue. A couple of times I coughed and spluttered as ash fell into my mouth.”
“Oh no. I swear I would have thrown up.”
“It was common for surgeons to perform brain surgery and open-heart surgery with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.”
“Stop it or I really will throw up.”
“Many a patient was sown-up after surgery with cigarette ash, and even the occasional stubbed-out cigarette end still in their bodies.”
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear any more . . .”
“Some surgeons believed in cauterising internal bleeding by stubbing their cigarette out on the offending wound.”
Susan ran to the toilet and as I returned to my book, I could hear her retching as her stomach reacted to the images I had implanted in her over-active brain.
“Happened all the time,” I shouted above the sound of more retching.
I stopped smoking 9 years ago last N’erday Eve.
Not once have I craved a cigarette in that time.
Took a right friggin liking to Mars bars though!!!
MWD
Smoking killed my dad, I was thirteen and knew nothing about it.
Tonight, my sister let my brother read her diary from a month later.
Well the wee girl could write, and there were things I never knew from 1985 that I learned tonight.
I will blog her diary in due course, because it is a work of life.
Funny, looking back, that my brother is in the exactly the same job, teaching the same subjects as my dad.
And I have spent years helping folk to stop smoking.
Cannae really shake it off…
I enjoyed that tom
greenyin
Tom McLaughlin
01:33 on 12 February, 2013
Thanks for that.
That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Others include
Diesel/Gasoline
Amoxycillin in beef (Horsemeat’s not so bad)
preservatives
Capitalism
Huns
..they’ve all gotta go
They should axe firewood too
Any developments on the OG story?
Read earlier no news breaking for a day or two
Mags. Not tonight.
But OG did slide to enjoyment for all Tims again.
My Jelly is made Ice Cream is in freezer and I have a lovely wee hot chocolate sauce awaiting to pour over the top.
MWD
My grandfather was killed by cigarettes yet he never smoked in his puff.
He was crossing the road to buy my grandmother a packet of Embassy Regal when he was flatten by the 41 bus.
It was the drink that took my gramps. Whilst working in the whiskey bond he fell into a massive vat full to the brim with whiskey. 2 of his workmates tried to save him but ge bravely fought them off
ge =he oops
Fags for the memories
Tom McGlaughlin, that’s a truly shocking story. If I wasn’t sick it would have made me laugh. Anyway, I had my first shit today since eating that findus lasagne the other day.
It was good to firm but soft in places.
In fact the old fellas brother, my uncle tam had a drink problem, he died drinking varnish. It was a terrible end but a lovely finish
What do you call a hun with a champions league final ticket.
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Hugh Dallas
Whatever happens tonight, I’ll be proud of my team and Neil Lennon in taking me to the point where I am so excited I cant sleep becuase of a football match. We’ve been here bofore but not for a long time. Walking into Celtic Park tonight will be special, win lose or draw. Walking out may be special too.
Its great to be a Celtic Supporter today. And it will still be great tomorrow.
Hail Hail Neil Lennon, We Are Celtic.
desperate times….2 Sevco supporters were arrested yesterday, one was drinking battery acid, the other was eating fireworks. They charged one and let the other one off.
A Ceiler Gonof Rust –
Brilliant post!
Football fans and supporters across the continent of Europe are bracing themselves for a fantastic night of sport and a footballing extravaganza, or as sevco fans call it,
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Tuesday
Aye Tom, cheers. I know my jokes a mince:-)
I just canny sleep.
I canny type either.
I’d be absolutely thrilled with any sort of victory tonight, whether it be 1-0 or even 2-1.
If this Celtic team can go to Turin with their noses in front, they are very capable of going through.
In fact I wouldn’t be unhappy with a 0-0 draw.
Tonight we play a top class team.
What are the Bhoys thinkin?
Well… Neil will tell them… Are they thinkin that?
We will see, but its all about belief.
And that’s all it is.
A Ceiler Gonof Rust –
Spare a thought for us in Oz.
I’ll go to bed tonight (Tuesday) and set my alarm for 5am for a 5:45am kick-off. I am not expecting a lot of sleep.
As you say, it’s great to be a Celtic supporter.
Tom, your dedication is not in doubt, I’d set two alarms in such a situation……….just to be safe.
Hail Hail Bruv.
I do not have great expectations and contrary to Paul’s previous article I don’t think we have anything to lose.
I was happy when we qualified, ecstatic when we beat Barca and completely satisfied and sated when we got through to the last 16.
The Juventus tie is like a box of Cadbury’s Roses after a Christmas dinner of lentil soup, turkey with all the trimmings and jelly and ice cream. Enjoyable but not necessary to appreciate the meal.
We have a team for all seasons and we should take heart on their achievements of this season.
Our expectations for 2013-2014 will be sky high.
Yesterday, as I was making my way doon tae Vegas, I stopped over in Fort Worth/Dallas Airport where I had beef stew and jacket potatoes and two pints of guinness for my breakfast at a wee Irish pub.
An announcement prompted me to attend the wee chapel in the departure lounge for the Sunday service. I went in, clad in the Hoops, took a seat and picket up a wee flyer which was laid on the seat. It mentioned the services were at 7,8,9,10,11 and were followed by the letters C or P.
I soon found out what the letters meant as, for the next 45mins, I clapped and was encouraged to shout Amen,Praise the lord and Halleluia, even as the preacher was giving the sermon.
I told my cousins on arrival in Vegas, who started ripping the p#$$ and re-enacted the church scene from the blues brothers all last night.
Anyway, I awoke this morning to the news that Pope Benedict is abdicating…….You don’t think it was me?
Teuchter ar la,
I am happy to say that I have never smoked, and I mean NEVER.
Both my parents smoked and as the oldest, and owning a car, I was the one who used to go to the Kensitas(?) building on Alexandra Parade to redeem the coupons.
The air in the place was positively foul and on the couple occasions after I got back into fresh air I was physically retching.
Unfortunately I lost both my parents an aunt and my mother in law to smoking related cancer disease.
I am pleased to see the extensive smoking bans in effect today.
Teuchter ár lá, I’m not a religious man, but tonight we are all Neils Children. let us sing together.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXk0Fg5X8Mk
Here ends the only ever sermon of ACGR.
P.S. laughed like *%&^ at your vegas trip story
H2
GG, if we win tomorrow night I’m going to smoke like a laboratory beagle.
I might even smoke some of the old Bob Marley herbal remedy, something I’ve not done for a very, very, very long time.
I will however take suitable health and safety measures by filtering it through a pair of Mrs ACGR’s punders. No need to take unnecessary risks on such a night. I want to make the quarter finals after all.
I tried everything for years to give uo the fags. It was despairing. I finally managed by using an electric fag. A godsend. I’ve stayed quit.
In the tobacco industry they use a whole separate branch of chemistry completely devoted to ammonia to fix the nicotine addiction into the cells of the victim.
I’m not one of those evangelist non-smokers. I’m just glad I finally managed to quit and I wish well for anybody trying to kick this most insidious of habits.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zhkdy0AOpaM
It was music that kept their spirits free.
Dee dee dum de dum……………
ACGR
All I can say is………….Amen to that :)
KO 11.45 am here tomorrow….cannae wait
Hail Hail mate
Teuchter ar la