The Glory and Hope!
(and a wee bit of Angst)
Can I just say that I do actually recognise that there is a ‘thing’ called reality and that its overlap with what I am about to say may be regarded as tenuous at best, and at worst so far off the mark it could be known as the ‘Sebo… Sebo’ doctrine.
I however believe that it is spot on and make the above disclaimer for two simple reasons….
First, I don’t want youse all rushing straight on tae Paddy Power, Bet365, WH or whoever, and decimating the odds.
Second, I equally don’t wish anyone at that well known secret Bilderberg group thinking I have been the recipient of unofficial notes taken during their secret meetings!
Anyway, to put the future succinctly I predict:
Bayer Leverkusen know that they are in for a difficult, if not disastrous, night on Thursday in Glasgow.
AND (with an eye to the future)
Celtic are on course to win the newly created European Champions Cup of Champions to be inaugurated in 2125…or…2126!
The first is of course the obvious corollary to our last two games!
I mean go on…THINK ABOUT IT….Raith Rovers fur God’s sake, it’s no more than the beat of a bat’s wing since they were 1-0 up at half time against the Bavarian might of Munich. WE BEAT RAITH 3-0!
And of course Dundee United, née Dundee Hibs, The Arabs, The Tangerines…still glorying in the glow of being cheated by the ref and losing to the endemic corruption of Roma and UEFA, preventing them from being the second Scottish team to win the European cup. WE DREW 1-1 WITH THEM!
My sources, Mick and Agnes…(more of them in another time and place…which happens to be inside ma psyche where they sit proffering guidance, advice and sharing a huge feckin joint) tell me that Leverkusen are on edge, temperamentally flawed and most of all tactically fearful at the monumental challenge they will face later this week. Word has reached their ears that with a 60,000 crowd of devotees behind them, Celtic’s attacking prowess, ‘shoot on sight’ pinpoint smart bombshells, calmly controlled silky but powerful defence allied to the fastest ‘get the ball back’ ballboys this side of the crab nebula, would see even the dark forces of Dalek empire turn their Gunsticks on each other leaving nothing but wee piles of dust!
In summary ..they are absolutely ‘SHITEING THEMSELVES”!
I really can see with all these advantages… we must surely be red hot favourites for an outstanding 1-0 extermination.
And as for the soon to be inaugurated European Champions of Champions Cup.
Well keep it schtuum for the moment, but having mentioned the Bilderberg group above I can now exclusively reveal that they are a bunch of chancers who have proven themselves incapable of running a bath.
So I and my cohorts in Intellectual Corner in Sharkeys (say Hail Hail to Tolbooth Tony, Shotgun Shannon, Harry the Shark, and of course me- Gifto’god- also occasionally known as Mattress Matt) have been asked to progress the objective.
“Make it so!” The instruction came in a coded message from the latest star trek adventure – a secret communication system we have been using successfully for some time now, although the five-year mission has gone on for a wee bit longer than we intended!
And so it is now my and our privilege to ensure that it is created and soon I will unveil my plan. (Note cunning plan creators in the past from Machiavelli through Rasputin to Baldrick, eat yer feckin hearts out…and yer hibs as well).
A key component of the plan will be to recruit like minded advocates, highly intelligent operatives, accountants, visionaries, seekers of the truth and hard bastards to our team. IF ANYONE READING THIS KNOWS WHERE I CAN GET THEM THEN LEAVE A MESSAGE…OR EMAIL ME AT MSTEWART@YMAIL.COM WITH YOUR BANK DETAILS.
But what about the Angst! (ANGST no’ ANGE)
How do we deal with where we find ourselves as a fanbase now, in particular the all-pervasive Angst. How do we dissect that cadaver of distress that we find ourself immobilized by, and then as a small but necessary final step, how do we take that analysis and convert it into a manifesto for EVERY TIM ON THE PLANET to stand in awe, their imagination straining at the precipice of revelation and chant…. ‘we’re wae you pal’… ‘Go on big man’ … ‘Whit? Naw!’ … ‘bleedin obvious’ and most of all how do we get blogs, message boards, governments, porn magazines and news outlets across the globe to beg to be involved?
The answer is simple ….”you!”
As of today you are all co-opted as ‘associate’ members of Intellectual Corner and the mechanisms, triggers, launching and world wide cascade of unforgettable, undimmable and eternal glory lighting the future will be yours to spawn, yours to foster and yours to hold …..and all I ask in return whenever you pop in for a chinwag a pint would ensure you a seat at the place where the motto is “We may talk shite – but it’s QUALITY Shite”!
There is so much to say…so much that Mick and Agnes are shouting and singing in my head…. They keep repeating the same thing…”The jigsaws, the orchestras, Marylyn Munroe…..tell them! tell them! tell them!”.
AND SO I WILL …but no’ till after Thursday. After all it’s early afternoon and at this time of day I get to go out wae the lucky knickers on.
Bye for now
To be continued.
Once again,ESTADIO comes to the rescue at just the right time with some much needed light relief. Thanks,bud. I needed that
We lost a much loved member of our group earlier this week. I would be suitably grateful if you read the following.
The CQN/Sentinelcelts community, and the many friends of Garry Duncan aka Delaneys Dunky, would like to commemorate Garry’s life and friendship as well pay respect to his recent untimely passing.
We have had many great suggestions from you on how we best commerate Garry’s life, including flowers, a memorial brick, donation to Mary’s meals and financial support for the family etc.
Garry’s family, like so many others in our world today, is not a rich family and find their wealth is through the happiness of the family, so to have the burden of not only laying Garry to rest, but also the cost that goes with it is horrific .
Having spoken with Garry’s son Ryan, we feel it appropriate to pass any monies raised direct to the family to let them decide the best way to use it.
Anyone who wants to support the family in leaving a long lasting commemoration in honour of Garry can do so through making a donation via bank transfer to –
o Account name: Walk With Shay
o Account number: 15326765
o Sort code: 80-22-60
o Bank: Bank of Scotland
Please note – tick business account
:You can also make a donation via paypal to email@example.com
Donations will close on Friday 8th October.
Thank you in advance for supporting Garry and his family at this very difficult time.
Huge Thanks to CRC for supporting, with the use of the Walk with Shay Legacy Fund/account, ensuring support can get there quickly
Who knows what tomorrow brings; a hammering; a decent draw; a magnificent and glorious victory😂
We knew this year will be a rollercoaster 🏂🏂, certainly having a gid drink before going to the game, any old excuse will do👍🍺
The last few days have been tough for everyone for obvious reasons,though we know that it is nothing to what GARRY’s family are enduring.
The above article from MATT is about the only thing that has made me crack a smile since Tuesday morning. I hope it has the same effect for a few of us.
We had been planning a trip to Leverkusen,and even spoke about it in the Crown Creighton just before the St Mirren game. I think it will take on a different significance now,but how I so wish it wasn’t the case.
I hope those lucky knickers have seen a washing machine!
Jim The Tim,
Smashing tunes 👍🏻
Think we done 1976 Top Hits one nightshift.
Just passing through for the moment 👋🏻
Steve Miller Band
One for Twisty 👋🏻
Guess whae 🤔
I suspect that Friday night might be our own little musical send-off to Garry. Get the thinking cap on!
A new song from the last band Garry saw live, he’d approve of the lyrics and the music…
3 from 1976 for Jim ( and Bobby 👋🏻)
Arms of Mary
Show Me The Way
Falling Apart At The Seams
Just passing through Bobby. Seen Jim enjoying some old favourites.
Drinking cap 😂 at the ready for Friday 👍🏻
Missing you on here tonight Garry.
…and an oldie from them, too, play this loud…
The LION sleeps tonight.
Evening Jim and TRM…I haven’t heard Arms of Mary for years, what a great tune! Here’s another of Garry’s favourites…
While I get the message behind the title,that song always reminds me of why I liked to have the seat beside the jukebox in The Lauriston back in the day. I could give it a sharp nudge when crap came on!
Weemaway,my arse. Quick nudge and GTF!
Another of Garry’s favourites…
Evening Mick, I hope you’re doing alright mate! Kudos for your eulogy…a very sad time indeed.
A few years back this tune was played at the funeral of a family friend, I’d never listened to it in that context before but realised how appropriate it was/is at a time like this…
Phone has been glued to my ear since Tuesday morning. Such a shame,but my concern is obviously for his kids. Ryan and his girl are saving for their wedding,house,etc. You know,the kinda things that young couples do.
I’ve been in contact with a couple of Garry’s many friends,and I expect some info on a fundraiser soon. Not only can we show our love and respect for our pal,but we can maybe help relieve some of the pressure from his family,as they have other things to cope with.
We lost a great friend,but they have lost so much more.
Bobby, I expect there’ll be no shortage of offers to help. Getting the message out quickly is the secret to a successful fundraiser. A JustGiving page would do the trick I think!
I love this song. Shirley Jones & Gordon MacRae – what a Scottish sounding name. Two of the greatest musical singers of their era.
Whenever I watch this I think back of going with my sister and brother in law to Loch Lomond one day.
My B.I.L. pointed out all the blossoms on the trees somewhere in Glasgow.
From later on in the same film.
Let’s us here our anthem for the first time. After the death of the likeable rouge Billy Bigelow dies.
Jim…you were probably passing through Knightswood towards Clydebank and onto Loch Lomond. There is an interesting background to the flowering trees along GWR which formed part of Garden Cities across the Greater Glasgow area. Worth a wee read…
This was my Father in Law and Mother in Law’s party piece, two lovely singers with beautiful harmonies! They sang this at our wedding…
…and this was one of my old man’s favourites, although like me he could never remember all the words of a song and had to look at my old dear to remind him…
Which brings a memory back of my Mum and Dad’s 25th Wedding Anniversary, St Connie’s Church Hall, Feb 1989. They had hired a C&W band for the party and of course the crowd wanted my old man to go up and sing. The band reluctantly let him, despite needing a help from the lead singer with the words my old man wiped the floor with them…they weren’t happy 😂! Unfortunately none of us inherited his singing talents but I got his good looks and personality! 😉🤣🤣🤣
Oh God, how much I would love to have been at this concert.
Back to the football. I’m sure Garry would agree! 🙂
With the greatest resect to non-believers, I firmly believe in Angels. Every time I leave the house I bless myself 3 times and ask my Angels to ‘Guard, guide & protect me’. That’s my Guardian angel, St. Michael (my hero) and Raphael.
Still a great song. IMO
My Garry tale.
Back when the world seemed normal, a visit home coincided with a Hoot (of course in Glasgow) and I just had to go.
I’d met one single online persona only, here in California in the comfort of my home whilst he and the family were touring, of course he was a gentleman with a lovely family.
I wasn’t nervous about attending the Hoot, more curious. For starters I was by myself, and I’m younger than many.
I was well aware my partner in crime would be at his dad’s side, rightfully so, and although looking forward to meeting everyone you’re just never sure how things actually pan out on the day.
In typical Garry fashion a steady stream of ‘can’t wait to meet you’ emerged, and the feeling was mutual.
On the day after an indoor handshake I deliberately waited until he went outside, then followed.
It was a regular smoke break.
‘Something for you G’ and passed him some Bob Marley. His eyes lit up, and he soon lit up. It was soon an irregular smoke break.
Then I gave him a shirt I had found and thought very attractive, though not for me, but perfect for Garry.
The Scottish national GAA top.
That top actually helped spark his interest in the local Gaelic football team, he often mentioned it was Glasgow’s fastest growing sport, and that Clydebank GAA wasn’t far away. He knew some of the ‘Bankie’ boys, wanted to get into attending the games. Told me he sported it proudly.
Because he was very proud. Extremely proud of his roots but he was enmeshed within the local community.
He loved the place and I could never imagine him living elsewhere.
It was his realm.
Sometimes I question why folk actually remain there when reading or hearing of corruption, but his love of home made such questions seem idiotic.
Dalmuir and Celtic were not just two things, they were a way of life.
Since that meeting where a friendship was cemented not born, there’s been many small exchanges. He has a nickname for my daughter, he got a birthday message from her, might give me a little snippet of parental advice, might send me a song, and I noticed a photo of his Bob Marley stash on my phone. Who woulda thunk it.
Yet despite that love of Glasgow he had done a ton of things elsewhere. At home in Belfast, he had seen most of the planet’s best bands on his travels. I was truly envious of some lineups he had been present for, usually in exotic places.
I wouldn’t envy those that crossed him. He had a great sense of social justice, and would get up, stand up, stand up for his and others rights if needed, just like his favourite musician preached.
Bob keeps me sane, he often declared.
He had also declared his intention to not buy season tickets from a Peter lead Celtic, so Dom helped on that front whilst the promise of Ange enthused him.
He was his biggest backer, certain we had stolen march by recruiting him. He departs with all his dreams still intact, perhaps fittingly.
The Park shall be a little poorer without him, the teams backing a little less passionate.
Garry’s tragic passing shows us all how fickle our mortality is. Anyone could be here today, gone tomorrow, a lesson we all harshly learn none more so than on this occasion.
It’s at times like this I’m reminded, and duty bound to point out, that it’s never too early to prepare. A video message saved on a USB might go a long way towards comfort in the future.
Many will feel the same but to have crossed paths with Garry was an absolute honour.
We can all honour him now by keeping his memory alive.
Many thanks and I truly enjoy your scribblings, a love way with the pen so to speak.
You’ve as much hope for a result as me btw.
Cheers and take it easy.
That was lovely mahe .
So nice to see all the bhoys on tonight and the stories and songs … its been a hard couple of days for me …but we go on . Will take tommorrow off as I have nothing else to give.
Hey Puff…hope you’re okay mate!
Doing good man …just listening to your music now … pure brilliant …really lucky to have you .
When I see the Mazzy Star video I think of MIT as I had never seen the video before ..
MIT posted it last year .huge song from years ago.
I shoulda been in bed hours ago but got caught up in a phone call and been trying to get ironing done for my daughter going to London tomorrow for the weekend! Not got much to do…a couple of dresses and a pair of dungees, then a couple of school shirts and that’ll do me! A wummin’s work is never done!!