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Penny Mordaunt. She is conservative MP down Portsmouth way and ran for leadership when Boris got the boot. She (lucky for her) missed out but has been heavy involved with this stuff, and was also central at the crossover ceremony immediately after the Queen passed. She definitely was striking yesterday and gave off heavy MILF vibes.

Down in Leicester for a couple of days and Spoons is as you’d expect at this time down here. I imagine it’s even more decorated further south in London (and in the Northern Brexit town dumps too)

Yip…it’s probably a good idea having the split and keeps an interest in a lot more games, but as a lifelong Celtic fan, I can’t understand why SKY have the lazy option of showing meaningless games involving us and Rangers, when you have a lot of other matches with something at stake.

Not very “pc” or remotely acceptable these days, but I had a boss back in the 80s, who would ask at lunchtime if we we’re getting some “darkie’s lips” from the chippie! …and there was a fella I knew who was prone to saying “Fergal Sharkeys”, when referring to a certain ethnicity

No more 10s from Len, as he is now a solid 6 (feet under). Former Strictly judge, Len Goodman won’t be foxtrotting any more.

It must be a depressing place, to live life in his sad head.

Can’t believe I’m watching the game live on free to air telly here in Ireland l, but my family who aren’t at the game can’t watch it without a paid subscription. Madness.

I seen that video yesterday and it’s gruesome viewing. The fella is taken down in a hail of bullets. You have to think this has pretty much been going on with both sides since the start. Pity the poor families for the loss of their sons and daughters, husbands and wives, brothers and sisters. I wish for some resolution but think there’s a lot more of this type of killing before that happens sadly.

That’s just filthy. In a good way.

It’s been quite a sociable day. Out to watch the football at lunchtime with my son and out for dinner with my brother who is up visiting. The constant friend is my glass of goodness. Last one tonight at Birds & Bees in Stirling before hometime.

Soup of the day, went down well for Sunday lunch today.

A work of art, here in Stirling…

I’m not a nationalist; mainly due to the lack of clarity over the economics, growth of business and currency, pensions etc. Tbh I find Forbes’ quite refreshing and I definitely could be inclined to vote for the party (and independence) under her. I don’t want to get folk frothing at the mouth, but I found the last decade of SNP governance to be too far-left, too much on promoting state- dependency and a turnoff for business growth, which as Forbes has said is needed to boost better jobs, salaries and in turn tax-take to improve the Scottish economy overall.

Good manners and normal verbal communication. …seems that folk prefer to “message” or order online their lives these days.

I went to see Jim Davidson after 15 years ago at the Playhouse in Edinburgh. I previously thought he was quite amusing and an entertainer (in a 1990s way). You could tell even then he was at the arse- end of his career and it was a bit of a slog enduring his show. Of course, since then he has gone full-on GB News in his views. I went to Kevin Bridges last two shows at the Hydro and frankly thought he was living off his breakthrough first show from a few years ago. I didn’t really find too many laughs or original material funny tbh, especially last year. Plenty of halfwits in the crowd and the queue outside, all shouting wildly to their mates and laughing like hyenas. Probably the Charlie kicking in. Maybe full scale comedy shows aren’t for me.

I’ve been appalled at the social media and pile- in by former coppers and commentators with this case. The biggest clown is that diver who turned this into a promotion of his company and was giving constant commentary. Sympathies to the family and hopefully we learn to not turn these cases into the next “Madeleine McCann by social media”type situations, however I’m sure the next time an attractive blonde woman/ child with an interesting life goes missing/ abducted, the press and nutters in social media will revert to type.

Having children doesn’t take years off your life, in my opinion and experience, when they are very small, enrich your relationship and are a major part of your lives for at least a decade. For me, it’s when they turn late teens, literally don’t give a flying eff about you or your emotions, and basically drain the joy out of life until you either learn to ignore them by retiring to Spain or die prematurely with disappointment or stress.

Has to be Neil Lennon. He’ll transform Byres Road into a mini Las Vegas, thereby transforming our economy

I was shocked to see on the news that there are 1100+ fatalities per year in USA caused by police offers. One problem is that there are 18000 different authorities and little “joined up” standards or procedures. I hadn’t a clue about the scale of this problem and it seems thugs in uniform and brutal force is rife. In any normal society, you’d rip up the system and start again.

What would youngsters make of CB radios and the clubs which are in every town in the 70s? We used to, as a 10 year old and my brother go with my dad to the CB club and sometimes watch Bruce Lee movies played on a proper old fashioned projector played onto a screen. Meantime the dads/ older men were getting totally hammered before driving home at 10pm. Simpler times indeed.

Youngsters would not get their heads around that when we were at school, a “day in town” involved paying for the telly as said above. We were dragged every Saturday morning to DER or Radio Rentals and a couple of years late upgraded to Granada which was considered a posher shop in the Thistle Centre as they had fancy video recorders to rent too! Getting sent to the shop to get dad’s smokes and getting a 10pence sweetie mixture was considered a treat midweek at primary school.

We used to holiday (mid 70s till mid 80s) to English coast towns. Usually Margate which involved sleeping in the car overnight to give dad a rest or Blackpool we’re favourites. Always stayed in apartments or b&b and always had a metered telly. Mum had a wee bag of change so dad could watch the Generation Game and perv over Anthea Redfern or latterly Isla St Clair.

I was in the Territorial Army for a couple of years in the late 80s. Purely a hobby and my way of getting some military stories to bore the old WW2 vets with in the pub at the time, without the risk of going to Yugoslavia, Falklands, Ireland or anywhere “tasty” at the time. I remember doing NBCW (nuclear biological chemical warfare) drills in full nuclear kit and gas masks in Barry Budden and watching videos on the Soviet commandos, Spetzeks who we would resist and kill if they parachuted in! I still remember thinking I’d either die in the first 30 secs of invasion or I’d be an unashamed collaborator! Self preservation kicked in at a youthful teenage age.

Don’t tell them your name Pike!

My other half bought a Dacia last year. I don’t think she’d be any worse a driver if you gave her a USA Abrams tank to cut about with thb