The ned’s ned, Barry Ferguson, is in the Daily Record again talking about Peter Lawwell’s statement that Celtic might not take the allocated tickets for the match at Ibrox on the 29th December. He does admit that Neo-Gers started the whole tit-for-tat business, but implicitly blames Celtic for threatening to have no atmosphere at the game. He says, “This saga could spoil Scottish football’s biggest selling point, right after we’ve just signed a mega bucks new TV deal.” He obviously doesn’t see anything wrong with that statement, even though it sums up everything that’s wrong with Scottish football.

He also says, without a hint of irony, “Two sets of fans goading each other, giving both teams pelters”. Unfortunately, most Neo-Gers supporters see ‘pelters’ as the objects they ‘pelt’ opposition players and other supporters with. Somebody’s going to get seriously hurt. In fact, they probably already have been but the whole thing’s been swept under the carpet.

The Peeppul, as usual, don’t seem to understand what’s going on. They think it’s all about their crumbling stadium and are all over Twitter banging on about how unsafe Celtic Park is, citing that guy that fell and banged his head, ignoring completely the fact that his case was thrown out of court almost immediately. It’s not the bolts falling from the roof that are the problem; it’s the ones The Peeppul remove from their necks to chuck at everybody.

Meanwhile, The Peeppul are all riled (when are they not) about Celtic’s Christmas advert. The ad is what you would expect at this time of year; a few groans and the odd wee snort of laughter – a bit like reading the jokes out from the Christmas crackers. It’s all pretty harmless stuff. The Peepul, displaying their usual ignorance, are asking why a football club would need an advert. Of course, this might not be ignorance at all but simply sheer envy. After all, where is your average Hun going to be able to buy Wee Billy a Neo-Gers top for his Christmas?

“Ma mate, Big Mike could sort yez oot wi’ some taps!”

Most of the threads on FollowFollow, though, are all about their favourite subject: child abuse. Some thick Hunnette, calling herself ‘Lainey Love’ has written to ‘fellow Conservative’ Ruth Davidson’s office, demanding ‘justice’ for Michelle Gray and her brother. Said Ms Gray is, apparently, still awaiting a reply from Nicola Sturgeon. Perhaps she might have had the courtesy to write to the First Minister, though, instead of trolling her on Twitter.

Lainey Love – You wouldn’t, would you?

Anybody normal thinking about what kind of ‘justice’ they’re looking for might imagine that they want a longer sentence for Torbett, who got a derisory six years. That’s not what they’re after though. What they want is Celtic having to pay so much compensation that it bankrupts them and they cease to exist. One of them actually admits this on FollowFollow. I suppose it’s the only way they have to stop Celtic reaching 10 in a row and 55 titles. What’s that song again? Something Inside So Wrong.

In my last year of being a teacher, I was on over £38k a year. That was ten years ago. I don’t know exactly when things changed but the top salary for teachers on the maingrade scale is £36,480. So, if I’d stayed in teaching, would I have suffered a drop in salary or been stuck on that £38k until I retired? All I know is, if I went back, there’s no way I’d be getting what I got before. Obviously, the EIS agreed to these changes.

To get more than £36,480, outside of seeking promotion, you need to be a Chartered Teacher. This involves a few years of evening classes, which you have to pay for yourself. In my experience, teachers simply don’t have time for these classes; not if they’re doing their job properly. So, it’s the skivers that are being rewarded. One woman at my school used to bugger off to her evening classes, leaving her classroom assistant, who was on a pittance, to do all the marking and leave recommendations for next-day’s lessons. She also started an after-school club as part of her course and dropped it as soon as she’d qualified. And the EIS was, and is, happy with this immoral behaviour.

It was always the case that teachers’ salaries were calculated on a daily basis, then paid monthly. If you were a supply teacher, you were paid the same daily rate, on the same scale you’d have been if you were permanent. You got paid at the end of each month for the number of days worked during that month. This meant that you didn’t get paid the same amount each month but, if you worked continually from the start of the school year right up to the end, you ended up earning the exact same amount overall as a permanent teacher did from August to July. The EIS, however, agreed to this being changed and supply teachers being paid at a lower rate. If you’ve got children, you’ll be used to them often being taught by a string of supply teachers. It’s a way for councils to save money and the EIS agreed to it.

With all this backroom chicanery and the EIS caving in to every demand made of them, isn’t it strange how they’ve suddenly found the balls to call for their members to go on strike over a, rather unreasonable, claim for a 10% pay rise. There’s a saying of Stalin’s that folk are fond of quoting on Twitter, which says that it’s not the voters that change things, but the ones that count the votes. It makes you wonder if the EIS’s claims about a 98% vote is the truth. I must admit that I’ve got a grudge against these bastards, who stood by and allowed me to be thrown to the wolves. In fact, when I complained to the General Secretary at the time, Ronnie Smith, he wrote to tell me that it wasn’t their job to ‘fight my corner’. In other words, they’re a shower of spineless, belly-crawling cunts.

There are rumours flying about that there might soon be a General Election, so the SNP-bad narrative is being ramped up. It’s blatantly obvious that this whole business of demanding unreasonable pay rises and threatening strikes is politically motivated. Most folk don’t know that headteachers and senior managers are allowed to join the EIS, even the Director of Education in each council. In my experience, the EIS doesn’t give two fucks about teachers; all this palaver is simply to help their friends in the Labour Party.

I saw the headline for a story in the Daily Record about I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here. Apparently, Nick Knowles lied about jamming with Biffy Clyro. I’ve got three questions in relation to that – Who? Who? And who the fuck cares?

“Awright troops? Ah cannae believe aw this shite the Taigs ur comin’ oot wi’ aboot no’ bein’ safe it Ibrox. An’ what’s aw this pish aboot Raynjurz supporters throwin’ hings it folk? Ah kin honestly say thit Ah’ve never seen any Raynjurz supporter throw anyhin’. Awright, Ah’ve no’ been tae Ibrox fur a while coz-y ma gout ‘n ‘at but when Ah went tae see Raynjurz playin’ Berwick Raynjurz nae cunt threw nuhin’. It’s the supporters-y every other team in the Premyurship thit flings hings when thur it Ibrox an’ kid oan it’s Raynjurz fans thit’s daein’ it. The basturts aw hate us, every fuckin’ wan-y thum!”

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