Need to share this, in Gerry's world, it's priceless. Before the game, it became apparent to me, that John thought the game was in Barcelona, such was the distance from his car, and Celtic park. I parked mine, and walked toward the stadium, the wind and rain driving vertically into my face. I did not have my glasses on. They would have been useless anyway. I phoned him to ask where he was standing. He told me where. I stayed on the phone, and whilst talking, I seen a bady heid wading through the maze of cars. I said, right, I've got you. I promptly made my way toward the baldy heid, then got nudged by John. He said, no, her'e I'm here. So, everyone that's baldy, is not John. lesson learned.

The next bit, this top head guy from UEFA barges in, flashes his official badge to john, and ask him for directions as of where to go.

I won't mention the bit about the buxom tour guide, Safe to say, I think she may be looking for the Inverness Caley score on Saturday, before any other. She charmed the pants off him. Bald must be beautiful.

Don't you know "Bald is the new black"

I am glad you all had such a great day with a great result at the end of it
The cake looked brilliant and gives the term "cake drum" a whole new definition. You must have been up all night putting it togather Gerry

Wasn't up all night at all. Like my mentor, I tend to prepare things, way in advance, far before the release date. I had not touched, as much as, a chocolate liquor since last Friday, in preparation for the event. Can I tell you, I have every intention of making it up.