In Greek, the name “Tony” means “thriving” (look it up if you don’t believe me).  Sadly for Celtic fans everywhere, their Tony is anything but.

Continuing last week’s culinary travelogue,  I hope you appreciate the risks I have taken along the way – most notably a wonderful jalfrezi in a dirty curry house in  Hong Kong’s Chungking Mansions which set a new record time through my intestine.  It reappeared within four hours of the meal’s completion.

Despite the fact I can barely boil an egg, I do like to think I appreciate a quality bit of grub, whether it’s fried soup dumplings from Yang’s in Shanghai ($1 for 6) or lunch at Le Bernardin in Manhattan (quite a bit more for 6 courses).

So with half the fixture list behind us, a quarter of the teams in the SPL find themselves without a long-term manager in place. At the start of the season you’d have been given long odds on Craig Levein being the first out of his office, although after the Norway-Scotland game I’ve no doubt the […]

Before Sunday’s Old Firm game, I performed the usual ritual.  Open up the bottom drawer and rummel around in 25-odd years worth of old Rangers shirts to find the one for the game.  This time, I settled on the 1990-92 Admiral version (see it here).  Normally a certain shirt brings back memories of certain players […]

Following Scotland’s failure to qualify for the World Cup, our Fifa World Ranking dropped down to 30. However in October 2009, Billy invented the above named scale which took into account the size of our country and propelled us to #4 in the World. Brilliant. Full details below.

The full story can never be made public, but I had to leave New York in a hurry; angry people were looking for me.  I left my apartment with just a few minutes’ warning carrying nothing except my passport, the Williamson cats, and Mrs Williamson (she didn’t want to go).

Hi. Tomorrow we’ll publish our shortlist of Scotland’s Ten Greatest Vocalists for you to vote on (and for you to give us pelters for leaving out Susan Boyle etc). So today, in the calm before the storm, I thought I’d reflect on Dear Scotland’s first six months and, with your help, look forward to 2010.

This week a leaked document came into my possession from a mole deep within the SFA hierarchy.  Obviously I can’t reveal his name, so let’s just call him Gorgeous Pete.