It was theoretically possible someone could have bid for Rangers today but it was always more likely that interim-managers, Duff and Phelps, would get offers that were dependent on a remarkably positive upside.
Sure, if HRMC get their bums handed to them on a plate by the First Tier Tribunal (FTT), Craig Whyte decides to tear up his security on Ibrox and Ticketus forget where they put the contract of sale for the next three years season tickets, even I’d bid for them. Not much, though, I’m only interested in Waitrose Park out at Milngavie.
There is nothing Duff and Phelps can do about the FTT but wait for the verdict. It might report in their favour. If so, it’s game on and they will surely invite offers for sale again, until then, they will have to shuffle paper and look busy.
No one has been able to shift Craig Whyte’s security or offered to buy Ibrox from him, so he is the only real bidder for Rangers and I don’t think he even bid today. Our old friend Game Theory would have us busy planning for a scenario when he exercises his power in this game. Ostracising him might encourage him to walk away, or it might force him to dig his heels in.
Game Theory would also suggest we don’t play poker when we know the other guy has four aces, they don’t often walk away.
Pay the man or find a way of telling yourself he’s not that bad after all.
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Is that Google on the banned list now?
Tom McLaughlin
A happy Saint Patrick’s day to you.
No I didn’t know I could bet on games back home from Australia, I’m not really a betting man and to be honest, if Oldtim was to read my post and put that bet on, and it came in, I’d give the winnings to Vannesa and the Thai Tims.
I will register but not tonight but if you trust me, you put that bet on for me and win or lose, I’ll get me bet to you. How much do you trust me? I think it is a lot.
If one went through an airport carrying the materials listed in the court case currently underway in Scotland, you know the one where the St Pats birthday boy is defending the alleged perpetrators, one would expect orange boiler suits and a Guantanamoesque cry for us to be kept safe from those who’d endanger us. In the meeja up here all we get is an emphasis on the words Hoax, Not Viable and Hairdressers, i wonder if the birthday boy is gearing up to tell us it was just banter and that an Edinburgh jury type verdict would be appropriate.
Anyone know when the trial is likely to complete ?
A Good Morning to all.
CUP FINAL WEEKEND!
Heading to Coatbridge with kids later for the St Patrick’s day festival.
Sun shining.
C’Mon Utd make next week possible.
HH
Happy St Patrick’s Day, one and all. A glorious morning here in North Ayrshire.
Was thinking that maybe we could extend the hand of friendship to PAT Nevin, if he shows any signs of repentance. He must know, on this of all days, he has gone against his finer instincts. Mind you, he’ll have to forgive himself first. Has he got such a downer on us because we, his first love, turned him down because he was too wee?
Let’s win tomorrow and may the Govan lot (sorry, Alex) go to the wall.
WE SHALL NOT BE MOVED.
Good Morning,
and a Happy St patrick’s day to all.
The big wheel in George Square and the Armadillo will be lit up in green and White tonight in celebtration– and i almost find that hard to believe in this- my native city.
St Patrick’s day is a celebration, not so much of religeon but of culture. Of music, of a turn of phrase, of a spirit and a wonderlust that has taken the disapora to every corner of the planet and over generations.
I had prepared a longer post saying what Ireland and Irishness means to me, but alas the PC leprochauns came and made it disappear– and the moment and the passion has past unfortunately. Never mind, it will come this way again soon enough.
Once upon a time, I was an angry young man- full of fire and righteousness when it came to my perception of Ireland, its culture and its spirit. Whilst that flame still burns deep within, some grey hair and a few more decades under the belt, mean that the oul elbows are not quite so sharp.
Today is a day for smiles and music, for great words and laughter, with a wee glance back at grandparents and great grandparents who bundles up whatever they had and set out for here, there and everywhere in search of the better tomorrow for the likes of Gombeens like me. It is a time to celebrate and embrace a culture that smacks of goodwill to all men and women and speaks of a common justice and the simplicity of life in all its elements– from hard work to bawdy pleasures, from years of laughter to tears of grief, from heated debate on all things unimportant to the acceptance or mild discussion on the most vital of matters.
It is time to pass on a culture and a significance that was hard fought for and often supressed by others, but which has prevailed not through the gun or violence but through the music of O’Carolan, The Clancy’s, The Pogues, Christy and U2. It has been expressed by the great writers- Yeats, Shaw, Joyce, Wilde, Behan, Goldsmith, Stephens, Synge, and so on- right up to the modern era.
I am a Scot who is from Ireland. I am an Irishman, born in Scotland. I seek not to be defined by any geographical boundary but by what beats in my heart and what is evident in my Spirit.
Yet, the angry young man still lives and breaths— he just does so with a smile, a pint, a song and of course the occasional speech.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5Amf1RE0AA
Happy St. Pats
Happy St.Pats,
Oh Oh,
Oh Oh.
kit
sent you oldtims new address to your kitalba email…
The Herald this morning is comedy gold
First
the hun team listed for today ……hilarious ..with the exception of mcGregor and Davis not one of them would get into our squad nevermind our bench
Second
the article headed ..”McCoist making name in crisis management”
one may think that the article would them proceed to advis ethat notwithstanding difficult circumstances McCoist` s results have been dreadful ..NO
it includes the following quote
“McCoist though has emerged from the rangers rubble with great credit and his reputation reinforced ”
1 cup with in 7 ..against Arbroath …put out of 3 cups at the first hurdle
losing 3 home games on the bounce
throwing away a 15 point lead
hells teeth ..how would they have reacted if he had been better than appalling
we have to laugh at this bhoys …still they continue to misrepresent the position of their favourite team
i hope McCoist`s reinforced reputation allows him to remain in charge at Bigotdome for years to come
PF
I assume you didn’t miss the rags on your break last week..?
Happy St Patricks Day everyone.Slan
blantyretim
cheers mate, A happy St Patrick’s day to you and I hope this weekend will be a line in the sand wee moment in time that in decades to come you’ll (and me too) will look back and say to our kids and our nephews and nieces and anybody else who won’t get bored at the repetition when they hear us say, this weekend, this day, this day was the dawning of our day… it was the eve of Tiocfaidh ár lá and Saint Patrick put the music on.
and the angels danced
If anyone has a spare parent and child ticket for tomorrow please contact me on bobbypetta@sky.com
Happy st patrick’s day to one and all
and God said… my work is done.
Sorry, I should have mentioned that I heard last night that Vanessa Riddle is off to Philadelphis in June.
Yet again thanks to everyone who donated and raised funds that was a magnificent and truly breath atking achievement. Now we can only wish her God Speed!
Cultsbhoy,
While I want to win the treble, I want their demise even more. So, while I will be a bundle of nerves at Hampden tomorrow, deep down, this will be well compensated for if they go into liquidation.
Mind you, I draw the line at topping Lisbon. Nothing will ever top that, even winning the Big Cup again, which this team might have a right good go for.
and Mary Mother of God said, you can do the washing up, I’m sitting down to watch the game with Jinky, Jock,Tommy, Bobby M, Ronnie, Bobbie Kennedy and his brothers Paul McBride and all the guys who love the Celtic
Monday 16th
I had a wonderful visit today with my mother, father and Marcella. Wonderful, considering the circumstances and the strain which indeed they are surely under.
As I expected, I received a lot of verbal flak from Screws going and coming from the actual visit. Their warped sense of humour was evident in their childish taunts, etcetera.
I wrapped myself up well to keep me from the cold. My weight is 58.25 kgs today, but I burnt up more energy today with the visit. I’ve no complaints of any nature.
I’ve noticed the orderlies are substituting slices of bread for bits of cake, etcetera — stealing the sweet things (which are rare anyway) for themselves. I don’t know whether it’s a case of ‘How low can you get?’ or ‘Well, could you blame them?’ But they take their choice and fill of the food always, so it’s the former.
They left my supper in tonight when the priest (Fr Murphy) was in. There were two bites out of the small doughy bun. I ask you!
I got the Sunday World newspaper; papers have been scarce for the past few days.
There is a certain Screw here who has taken it upon himself to harass me to the very end and in a very vindictive childish manner. It does not worry me, the harassment, but his attitude aggravates me occasionally. It is one thing to torture, but quite a different thing to exact enjoyment from it, that’s his type.
There was no mirror search going out to visits today — a pleasant change. Apparently, with the ending of the no-wash protest, the mercenary Screws have lost all their mercenary bonuses, etcetera, notwithstanding that they are also losing overtime and so on. So, not to be outdone, they aren’t going to carry out the mirror search any more, and its accompanying brutality, degradation, humiliation, etcetera.
Why! Because they aren’t being paid for it!
I’m continually wrapped up in blankets, but find it hard to keep my feet warm. It doesn’t help my body temperature, drinking pints of cold water. I’m still able to take the salt and five or six pints of water per day without too much discomfort.
The books that are available to me are trash. I’m going to ask for a dictionary tomorrow. I’d just sit and flick through that and learn, much more preferable to reading rubbish.
The English rag newspapers I barely read, perhaps flick through them and hope that no one opens the door. A copy of last week’s AP/RN was smuggled in and was read out last night (ingenuity of POWs again). I enjoyed listening to its contents (faultless – get off them ! – good lad Danny (Morrison)). I truly hope that the people read, take in and understand at least some of the truths that are to be regularly found in it. I see Paddy Devlin is at his usual tricks, and won’t come out and support the prisoners…
Well, that’s it for tonight. I must go. Oíche Mhaith.
Happy Saint Patrick’s day to all on CQN and a special one to all Dumbarton & Vale bhoys.
Hail Hail
Tuesday 17th
Lá Pádraig inniú ’s mar is gnách níor thárla aon rud suntasach, bhí mé ar aifreann agus mo chuid gruaige gearrtha agam níos gaire, agus é i bhfad níos fearr freisin. Sagart nach raibh ar mo aithne abhí ag rá ran aifreann.
Bhí na giollaí ag tabhairt an bhia amach do chách abhí ag teacht ar ais ón aifreann. Rinneadh iarracht chun tabhairt pláta bidh domhsa. Cuireadh ós cómhair m’aghaidh ach shiúl mé ar mo shlí mar is nach raibh aon duine ann.
Fuair mé cúpla nuachtán inniú agus mar shaghas malairt bhí an Nuacht na hEireann ann. Táim ag fáil pé an scéal atá le fáil óna buachaillí cibé ar bith.
Choniac mé ceann dona dochtúirí ar maidun agus é gan béasaí. Cuireann sé tuirse ormsa. Bhí mo chuid meachain 57.50 kgs. Ní raibh aon ghearán agam.
Bhí oifigcach isteach liom agus thug sé beagán íde béil domhsa. Arsa sé ‘tchim go bhfuil tú ag léigheadh leabhar gairid. Rudmaith nach leabhar fada é mar ní chrlochnóidh tú é’.
Sin an saghas daoine atá iontu. Ploid orthu. Is cuma liom. Lá fadálach ab ea é. Bhí mé ag smaoineamh inniú ar an chéalacán seo. Deireann daoine a lán faoin chorp ach ní chuireann muinín sa chorp ar bith. Measaim ceart go leor go bhfuil saghas troda.
An dtús ní ghlacann leis an chorp an easpaidh bidh, is fulaingíonn sé ón chathú bith, is greithe airithe eile a bhíonn ag síorchlipeadh an choirp. Troideann an corp ar ais ceart go leor, ach deireadh an lae; téann achan rud ar ais chuig an phríomhrud, is é sin an mheabhair.
Is é an mheabhair an rud is tábhachtaí. Mura bhfuil meabhair láidir agat chun cur in aghaidh le achan rud, ní mhairfidh. Ní bheadh aon sprid troda agat. Is ansin cen áit as a dtigeann an mheabhair cheart seo. B’fhéidir as an fhonn saoirse.
Ní hé cinnte gurb é an áit as a dtigeann sé. Mura bhfuil siad in inmhe an fonn saoirse a scriosadh, ní bheadh siad in inmhe tú féin a bhriseadh. Ní bhrisfidh siad mé mar tá an fonn saoirse, agus saoirse mhuintir na hEireann i mo chroí.
Tiocfaidh lá éigin nuair a bheidh an fonn saoirse seo le taispeáint ag daoine go léir na hEireann ansin tchífidh muid éirí na gealaí.
(Translated, this reads as follows:)
St Patrick’s Day today and, as usual, nothing noticeable. I was at Mass, my hair cut shorter and much better also. I didn’t know the priest who said Mass.
The orderlies were giving out food to all who were returning from Mass. They tried to give me a plate of food. It was put in front of my face but I continued on my way as though nobody was there.
I got a couple of papers today, and as a kind of change the Irish News was there. I’m getting any news from the boys anyway.
I saw one of the doctors this morning, an ill-mannered sort. It tries me. My weight was 57.70 kgs. I had no complaints.
An official was in with me and gave me some lip. He said, ‘I see you’re reading a short book. It’s a good thing it isn’t a long one for you won’t finish it.’
That’s the sort of people they are. Curse them! I don’t care. It’s been a long day.
I was thinking today about the hunger-strike. People say a lot about the body, but don’t trust it. I consider that there is a kind of fight indeed. Firstly the body doesn’t accept the lack of food, and it suffers from the temptation of food, and from other aspects which gnaw at it perpetually.
The body fights back sure enough, but at the end of the day everything returns to the primary consideration, that is, the mind. The mind is the most important.
But then where does this proper mentality stem from? Perhaps from one’s desire for freedom. It isn’t certain that that’s where it comes from.
If they aren’t able to destroy the desire for freedom, they won’t break you. They won’t break me because the desire for freedom, and the freedom of the Irish people, is in my heart. The day will dawn when all the people of Ireland will have the desire for freedom to show.
It is then we’ll see the rising of the moon.
Beannachtai La Fheile Padraig.
Árd Macha
PFayr,
One of the many hilarious aspects of the crisis at the Casa Grande has been the tole of McCoist.
Yesterday, he was telling us how he was planning to speak to all the “bidders”. Has he decided to give up on football management and go into the finance business? What possible insight could he bring to the process, and how bad does it make the Huns look to potential investors that they have to talk to this ex-quizshow panellist no-mark?
Meanwhile, his appalling record as manager this season is being ignored, in a desperate attempt to paint him as some sort of father figure, a wise old (rookie?) with the club’s best interests at heart.
It’s very funny.
The fault for my being kicked out of bed last night lies squarely with this board!
Suffice to say my wife could put up with the vibration in the middle of the night from my side of the bed no more. Read on however before those images which may even now be arriving in your mind force an unplanned visit to the confessional.
It may have originated in fokelore long forgotten in my 33 year exile in Engerlund or perhaps from the wit of one of the many fine scribes who frequent this place. If the latter then he/she should step forward now, take responsibility for my night of discomfort and, I have to say, the much deserved plaudits.
It started in my slumber with an inward titter, and had it remained thus I would be more rested now. It however developed into a fit of uncontrollable, though still soundless at this point giggles, hence the vibration which roused the missus.
The more she demanded to know the reason for the disturbance the worse it got. My ability to communicate deserted me, believe me fellow boarders I tried to tell her, but, instead of the immortal words, time and time again only uncontrollable laughter was forthcoming.
By this time the tears were streaming, and even the thunderous looks bearing down on me from my poor wife, exhausted from another stressfull Friday late shift in the local A & E dept, could not bring me to my senses.
I was summarily ejected from the marital bed.
The cause, simply two words. Read on the board countless times in the last week or so and before last night bringing forth only a wry smile, for their origin even google failed me.
Grimmond McCrummoch!
Yep, that’s all folks, Grimmond Mc(bloody)Crummoch! forced me to the couch in the middle of last night.
Be a man/woman, own up now, from who’s poisoned keyboard did this originate?
.
Kit..
Happy St Paddys Day..
Tiocfaihd Àr Là.. Has been a Very Personal Motto of Mine.. For Nearly Twenty Years..
If You Know the Reason l Came to Australia..19 Years Ago..
That Day Came on Wednesday..
I am Probably The Happiest Man is the Celtic BlogSphere at this Moment in Time..
As We Always Say..
Keep The Faith..
001Bhoy
This is the weekend where on the playing field Celtic’s Young Lions under Neil Lennon will hope to translate hard work, skill and determination into the first silver of the season.
Winning the League Cup would put the treble firmly within our reach with the SPL Trophy only a couple of games away from our hands.
That leaves us just two games in the Scottish Cup to complete a Hail Glorious Season which is much much more than just a football issue.
This seasons treble will be a vindication of all things Celtic and our way of life, it will be the Grandfathers and the Fathers, it will be the Brothers and the Sisters, the Cousins and the Friends, it will be the Mothers who knew what to say on the dark days of derby defeats.
It will be every humiliation, insult or injury you or your family suffered, it will be every hidden question or obvious ploy to keep you from gaining a foothold in your new chosen home.
It will be the tears and the laughter, the fiddles and the tunes of childhood parties, it will be those who taught you restraint in the face of violence and faith in your Irish roots and even if you have no Irish connection it will be the welcome you found at our firesides and our Pubs.
It is a team that means so much to many all over this wide world, it is the green and white Hoops of celebrated victory or crushing defeat, it is Lyon, Lisbon and London, it is Munich, Manchester and Liverpool, it a cold freezing night in Dundee, it is having no money but finding a ticket from a kind hearted Celtic Soul.
It is walking to Ibrox and coming home alive, it is the Gallowgate and the Jungle, it’s Fergus McCann and Jock Stein, it everything and everybody at the wearing of the Green. It Glasgow Celtic Bhoys and the dawning of Our Time.
It’s raising a glass to friend and foe, it’s a rememberance of your first game or your last so wherever you are today in the Celtic Worldwide Family raise a glass of your favourite tipple and utter the Legendary words:
To Glasgow Celtic and all that that means….
Happy Saint Patricks Day…
Starry Plough
Do any of you fine gentlemen have info on a good Hotel in Barcelona, Prefer to be by beach. thanks.
BRT&H
Brilliant news re. Vannessa. Fingers crossed for a positive result. I’m sure all our thoughts and prayers go with her.
Is she going to cup final tomorrow?
I see her fund is now in excess of £600K. Brilliant work by all who’s efforts have paid off to help Vanessa.
Once all treatment and family costs are covered and if there is an amount remaining does that go to the charity who has helped Vanessa?
MWD
Happy St Patrick’s day to one and all from one so privileged to have such a glorious name. Hail hail pb
Happy St Patricks Day
Should be a right good weekend looking forward to Hampden in the sun with a wee starter of the Arabs turning over the Govan paupers.
Paul, Looking over this bids process , what was the point until the ownership and tax case is resolved no one in their right mind would bid .
Send in the clowns
Fellas
I hear your chat but deep down NOTHING will make any of us happier than seeing the Huns liquidated and playing 3 rd Division fitba…
Happy St Paddy’s day to you all!
The Arts Hotel, right on the beach, but near enough to las ramblas.
Amazing staff, fabulous rooms, terrace bar……..
Young Paddy bought a donkey from a farmer for £100. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day.
The next day he drove up and said, ‘Sorry son, but I have some bad news. The donkey’s died.’
Paddy replied, ‘Well then just give me my money back.’
The farmer said, ‘Can’t do that. I’ve already spent it.’
Paddy said, ‘OK, then, just bring me the dead donkey.’
… The farmer asked, ‘What are you going to do with him?’
Paddy said, ‘I’m going to raffle him off.’
The farmer said, ‘You can’t raffle a dead donkey!’
Paddy said, ‘Sure I can. Watch me. I just won’t tell anybody he’s dead.’
A month later, the farmer met up with Paddy and asked, ‘ What happened with that dead donkey?’
Paddy said, ‘I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at £2 each and made a profit of £898’
The farmer said, ‘Didn’t anyone complain?’
Paddy said, ‘Just the guy who won. So I gave him his £2 back.’
Paddy now works for the Royal Bank of Scotland
Happy Paddy’s day to all Supporters of this Dear Green Place!
Just want to say Happy Birthday to my Sister,,,,,,love you wee Sis :D
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Hail hail
The top o’ this fine mornin’ to all CQNers …
PF @ 8.50
When I was teaching bias in any written piece, I told the pupils that the art was in subtlety. ie You don`t write ; ” Billy was a bad man.” Too obvious. The scribe of that article in The Herald quite obviously does not subscribe to my view. 0:-)
Hope you are keeping well. I am down in glasgow today. Am interested in how the St Patrick`s Day celebrations in the Merchant City will be received. Like an earlier poster , I am surprised that the Authorities are slightly opening the door of enlightenment in this backward country.
JJ
bankiebhoy1
Thanks, Just had a look. Very nice.