Celtic Da Weekly 13/12/24 - Lajee Celtic Snub, Rumours and Bees

No, not that kind. Actual bees.

Hello, good morning and welcome to The Celtic Da Weekly. Yes, yes, I know—Weekly, uh-huh. Let’s just say we’re using the term loosely at this point. In my defence, I’m fairly certain I was at death’s door last week. In fact, I looked almost as bad as Alex Rae.

Naturally, I googled my symptoms—because who needs doctors when you’ve got the world’s most intrusive search engine? And there it was: I had Covid. I mean, I know the symptoms were just a cold and a cough and a wee bit of a sore head but I’ll take the most dramatic diagnosis that the internet can provide. Case closed. Granted, further down the page, it also suggested I might be pregnant, which I have to admit was tempting mainly because it means longer off work but I decided to stick with Google’s first answer. Who are you going to argue with—biology or Google? Exactly. Biology is a construct, and my hacking cough was very real, thank you very much.