Dads, ¬†Daughters, Changes And Supporting The #Celtic.

18 years ago today,  at the Glasgow Southern(  aka Suffering )   General Hospital  my younger daughter Claire came into the world.

Now I ask you seriously .. where the hell did that go?

A new baby,  divorce,  new houses, relationships,  ups, downs, transitions in most aspects of life.

18 years ago,  my ex-wife Alison and I lived in the leafy suburbs of Newton Mearns,  all was good, as it should be when you’re bringing a brand-spanking-new wee bundle into the world.

We had only just moved into a large 4 bedroom detached house,  i was recently self-employed and business was booming.    I had a couple of season books at Celtic Park and it had hurt like hell taking my son Steven along only to see his heart broken when Rangers were winning the league.   

At that time, this now defunct, liquidated Football club were on the verge of winning 10 Scottish Premier League Championships in a row beating Celtic’s record of 9.    

But Wim Jansen had just became Celtic’s manager and all that was to change,  this was the year that Celtic came back winning the league for the first time in 10 years on May 10 1998, what a day that was.

Since then Celtic have been the dominant force in Scottish Football winning the league on 11 years of Claires 18.

Last night,  we had a family dinner to celebrate Claires birthday.

Tonight, we are at Celtic Park supporting the team in The Champions League,  we can’t wait to hear those tones of Zadok The Priest belting out at Celtic Park and the crowd going wild.

Maybe Claire’s birthday has made me reflective,   but what it’s made me realise is that some things in life  change, but somethings will always stay the same.  

 I hate to say it because I have had so much fun winding my Rangers supporting pals up,  but even although their club died as a business,  even although the new team is a shadow of the old one,  my mates will always be fans of the team hat plays in blue at Ibrox .. call it what you will .. but they will always be Rangers fans 

Take my good pals Ian and Jim, when we played football in the park Jim was always John Greig or Davie Cooper .. I was always Billy McNeil or  Kenny Dagleish or Davie Hay.    I was never good enough to be Jimmy Johnstone,  but i wasn’t too bad at putting the ball in the net or the boot in when necessary.

Jim and Ians daughters are a mix of Celtic and Rangers fans .. thats fine .. all lovely kids.

But their grand-kids will be Celtic fans!   ūüôā

Bring on the Malmo.

Train Stories – Social Animals?

I see her every morning at Coatbridge Sunnyside waiting in the train towards Edinburgh.

I’m a creature of habit, same route, same time, ¬†I even wait at the same spot on the platform, ¬†positioned just where the doors open.

Pretty dull eh?

What happened to writing about concerts and sex? ¬†ūüôā

I’ll need to get back to that!

But cut me some slack, the trains usually packed and my motivation is for easy access and to grab one of the few remaining seats on the 45 minute journey east.

She’s tall, long dark hair, pretty face, dark eyes , early 40s, no sign of a ring on her finger.

She’s dressed casually as always.

I’ve no idea what she does but it’s not as restrictive as my place where dress trousers, smart shoes and a formal shirt are mandatory.

As if that makes your work better?

Feck right off ..

But we conform as it pays well
Each morning she stands five yards from me on the long platform with only a few other souls taking the last train that will get you there before 9.

Conforming has its limits.

As the train arrives, I step forward anticipating where the door will be, ¬†not that there’s any rush, ¬†hardly a packed platform pushing ahead of the queue.

She steps forward too, now a yard or two to my right as we wait for the door to be activated.

The light comes on and I press the button to open the door, then step back gesturing to let her board first.

She smiles a shy smile,  the slightest whisper of a thank you and I respond with an appropriate no problem.

Most of the time we sit separately and that’s the end of our interaction.

But today’s as availability would have it, ¬†we are sitting directly across from each other.

As I sit, she smiles and pulls in her long legs to give me easier access.

To my seat, not her legs .. Jeez!

Then we sit in silence, occasionally making eye contact and looking away.

Man the so called social animal, hampered by convention and peer pressure that we sit in silence rather than do the simple things that God put us on the earth to do.

Deliberately naff song choice today

The Difference Between Happiness And Joy?

A thought a occurred to me earlier today ..

Where do you get your happiness?

Okay,  it was 3am and I had just woke up on the sofa and was still wearing yesterday’s clothes.

At 3am,  the left side of the brain seems to be operating,  deep thoughts,  putting things in their pigeon-holes,  the creative process kicking in.

Did I go back to sleep?

Nope .. I played music,  via Spotify on my iPad and chilled out for a few hours.

But now sitting at work,  its came back into my head.

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