Bootcuts, Bottlers, and Baldy Clement - Celtic Da Weekly

Kendrick Lamar and Dua Lipa together at last!

Hello, good evening, and welcome to the Celtic Da Weekly—the column for those of us who watched Kendrick Lamar juking about in his bootcut jeans at the Super Bowl last weekend and nodded in smug approval. We’ve been at the cutting edge of fashion for years, and we don’t care what anyone says. So, with our jeans and brown boots firmly back in vogue, we’ll be strutting into the game tomorrow with the confidence of a man who’s just found his exact size in a TK Maxx clearance rail.

Sorry? What’s that? Of course, we didn’t actually watch the Super Bowl. We’re not those kind of people. Only real queerhawks spend their Sunday night watching a game that stops every ten seconds for a McDonald's advert (remember - boycott). That said, it does serve a useful purpose—identifying the top-tier social misfits who talk about their “favourite NFL team” in a broad Glasgow accent. No, you don’t support the Miami Dolphins, pal, you’re from Coatbridge. You’re just trying on a personality quirk for size. The only thing worse than this? The oddballs who voluntarily watch rugby. All that Seven Nations malarkey, is it? Scotland, France, Ireland, and… Tongo?

Anyway, back to my point—Kendrick Lamar has single-handedly dragged bootcut jeans back onto the style map, and a generation of Celtic Das will finally get to look their kids in the eye this weekend and say, “You can’t buy style, son, you can only wear it.”

Don’t come at me with this “flared” pish either - we know a Celtic da bootcut when we see one.

And putting the denim revival to one side for a moment, fair play to old Kendrick Lamar. He’s done brilliant these past few years. When I saw him on Fame Academy, I never would’ve guessed he’d end up bigger than David Sneddon. Just goes to show you.