Celtic Da Weekly 04/10/24

Is it safe to come out from behind the couch yet?

Hello, good morning and welcome to the Celtic Da Weekly. This night has opened my eyes and I will never sleep again. You kicked and cried like a bullied child, a grown man of 25. Oh, he said he'd cure your ills. But he didn't and he never will. Well, he might if he starts playing a bit more cautiously in these away games, but I’m not holding my breath.

Yes, it’s the weekly column that doesn’t know what to say after that performance in Europe. It’s quite something when the start of World War Three was only the second most horrifying thing on the telly on Tuesday evening.

Normally, I make wee notes over the course of the week to remind me of things to say when I sit down to write this. I know, incredible, isn’t it? I actually put some effort into this. Think how bad it would be if I just sat down and started typing to bulk up the word count. You know, bulking up the passage length, the old word tally, the corpus size (I’ve no idea what a corpus is, so I’ll bring this to a halt now).