Celtic Win Whilst I Shave
Being a Celtic fan this season is like pouring pepper on a hedgehog - generally a waste of time, if not cruel. They intrigued me so much this sunny Sunday afternoon I actually went and started shaving during the second-half. I’m glad I only watch them on TV, as I’m sure bringing a safety razor, foam and a little mirror is frowned on by stadium security, if not by the fans themselves.
The good news is that they won 2-0, and a rather cynical Hibs team got two men sent off, and I never cut myself shaving, even once. Our mighty win now gives Motherwell a UEFA Cup spot next year, so here’s hoping they repay us by beating Rangers when they come to visit.
I celebrated all this by killing some weeds in the garden. The metaphor is both obvious and ridiculous.
Apologies to any Americans reading this, who probably have little idea of what I’m on about. And probably not for the first time. Or the last.
