In the week between Christmas and New Year, it seems the appropriate time to have a look back at the past twelve months. Later in the year pigs would be culled and incinerated on farms because a lot of those pesky foreigners no longer worked at abattoirs. Despite the city being in Covid Lockdown someone in Police Scotland decided it was a good idea to give the klan an escort as they marched from Ibrox to the city centre.
The evidence of criminal damage and racist chanting was clear for anyone who was paying attention. In March the civil war that had been brewing inside the Scottish nationalist family was out there for any anorak who was interested. Although fascinating for Holyrood anoraks I got the sense that very little of this landed with the ordinary folk in Fair Caledonia. Her one-time mentor and ally now, to be fair, her sworn enemy launched his own party in the same month. When a football club wins their first-ever topflight title it should be a cause of joyous celebration.
When the klan arrived in George Square law and order effectively broke down for several hours. Finally, the guid folk o Scotland got to witness what everyone on Planet Fitba already knew in their bones.
Of course, they did obediently deploy the S-Word. Thankfully the following week what was on show in the centre of Glasgow was accurately called out. If this had been put into a novel it would have been too contrived that it happened on the same weekend as the klan riot.
Baby Doctor spent the first half of this year on a Covid ward and her big sister is in the vaccine business. Being beaten on penalties is a tradition that they should definitely maintain. Unveiled at St.
