My winning streak continued with bets on Celtic and Newcastle Utd NOT winning their respective European ties.
I felt a bit sorry for wee Gordon Strachan though. What a disastrous debut.
I'd have loved to see him make a joke about it, but as we all know diehard Old Firm supporters and senses of humour are mutually exclusive entitities.
If he doesn't win against Motherwell on Saturday, the writing will be on the wall. And the writing won't be saying "We all think you're great signed The Celtic fans"
...no, it'll be much ruder and not such a nice sentiment.
Tough job being an Old Firm manager though.
It's like getting a job as a barman, dropping a glass on your first night, and having thousands of people shout at you and demand that you be immediately sacked for gross incompetence.
I have to sadly confess that I have been sucked into watching Big Brother again. It's a desperate state of affairs.
I've just developed a fascination for the loathesome twat known as Craig.
He has consistently produced some of the most outstanding moments of car crash TV in the last couple of weeks.
There is something uniquely irresistible about watching someone gradually experience a nervous breakdown on national TV. It's the latter day equivalent of public executions, with the viewers enjoying the knowledge that they may have their own specific problems in life, but at least they aren't Craig.
He is going to get the piss taken out of them so relentlessly when he emerges from the house and faces the great British public.
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