I saw the thing on Twitter - RTC was doggystyling Rennie all over the shop with DR inaccuracies, diversion tales and the downright level of "don't look at that man behind the curtain" spunkcases they allow to write opinion columns. Rennie didn't offer him a blog that I saw - he was doing what Leggo is doing. He lost the argument so challenged RTC to meet him face to face - which that guy clearly cannot do. It was Rennie trying to regain desperately in an argument - he wasn't seriously offering anything. As for the bigot bit, Yer Graham mong jumped in (as he's wont to do) suggesting that Rennie was now willing to deal with a man "tarred with the brush of sectarianism" You have to worry about that guy. You have to worry about anyone who took from it what Leggo has also I hope they all put their mortgages on Spartak last night
D'ye know what he did last night? He had a go at Celtic's European "shots on target" record (I think you or Ciaran put it up here), then re-tweeted anyone telling him to shut his piehole. His next tweet was basically "Celtic get their first ever away CL win and the first thing they do is tweet abuse at me" So, I noise folk up but, oh, woe is me, when they bite If he slagged folk for biting, he might've been a succesful troll but he trolls then whines at folk coming back He's a special sort of throbber.
My inbox had been swamped over the weekend by press pals and other chums wanting to know if I was the target for BBC Scotland’s Tam Cowan’s strange and apparently somewhat deranged rant in Saturday’s fast fading Daily Record. That is, in the newspaper edited by Allan Pussy Rennie, the man who wants to sit down and talk with the anonymous Celtic bigots who hide behind the Rangers Tax Case blog collective and maybe even offer them a job writing for the Daily Record. The same Allan Pussy Rennie who nine days ago handed over a column in his slumping newspaper to Cowardly Cowan in order that the BBC Scotland broadcaster could defend the BBC for its tasteless attacks on Rangers. A decision by Pussy Rennie which angered the many fine hard working and extremely professional proper journalists on both the Daily Record and Sunday Mail, who see Pussy Rennie’s stupidity leading both newspapers down the road to oblivion, as Rangers fans organise a boycott. Taking their jobs with them. Now comes the latest mad move by Pussy Rennie to allow Cowardly Cowan even greater unchecked freedom, which amounts, as one Central Quay insider put it, to Cowardly Cowan being given free rein to pursue his personal agendas. The reason Cowan is now known as Cowardly on the Record editorial floor and beyond, is that he did not have the gumption, the courage or the basic journalistic integrity to name his target. Which is not surprising, as he is a chancer and not a properly trained professional journalist. So, back to the original question posed by press pals and other chums as to whether the target Cowardly Cowan was too timid to name, was me? Well, now I can say, having read and re-read – the things I have to do – his latest pile of old tosh the answer is.... No! How do I know this? Simply because of a number of discrepancies between Cowardly Cowan’s flight of unsubstantiated fancy and the facts of the matter. First, there was his claim that subject of his unnamed target had called his tedious anti Rangers BBC Scotland broadcasting pal, Stuart Cosgrove, a hooligan. The reason why this shows Cowardly Cowan’s feeble attack was not aimed at me is that I did no such thing. What I did was mention that Stuart Cosgrove is a self-confessed football hooligan. A different thing entirely. And a matter of fact. A fact which has long been in the public domain. Next, Cowardly Cowan made some references to a speech given at a boxing dinner by his unnamed target, a speech, which he claimed someone told him, left the person in question looking like a white Lenny Henry. Whatever that is supposed to mean. Though I’m not all sure the feeble Cowardly attempt at humour is not racist, but will leave that matter to be decided upon by those more qualified to do so. Now that it has been brought to their attention. is this the worst sentence ever? It is also a matter which I am sure will lead to communications between those with intimate legal knowledge of race relations and Daily Record and Sunday Mail editor-in-chief Allan Pussy Rennie. Perhaps he can take some advice on that matter from his Celtic bigot pals on the Rangers Tax Case blog. But back to Cowardly Cowan’s boxing dinner fantasy. I did make a short acceptance speech when I was invited to be the Guest of Honour at the excellent Tommy Gilmour’s fantastic St Andrew’s Sporting Club, an honour I was proud and privileged to accept. In fact, so proud was I of this moment that I had one of my top table guests record my short acceptance speech which I have just listened to – in the interests of journalistic accuracy – to refresh my memory. And once again the facts are so at odds with what Cowardly Cowan claimed that it adds to my belief the object of his ire was not me. The main thrust of my very short speech was to recall visiting an international boxing contest between Scotland and the The Soviet Union at the Kelvin Hall in the late 1960s and use it to pay tribute to one of the great gentlemen of sports writing and one of my early journalistic mentors, the late great John Quinn. I also paid tribute to one of the guests on the media table that night, Hugh Keevins, mentioning that his enthusiasm for the old inky trade, after so many years chipping away at the coalface of truth, was a credit to him. Which, as I have said, adds weight of my view that whoever it was Cowardly Cowan was attacking it was not me, for Cowardly claimed the object of his ire merely pandered to Rangers supporters. And, as everyone knows, my old pal Keevins is not too highly thought of by Bluenoses. I also included a third journalist in my speech, the man who was chairman at the dinner, my very good pal Jim Black, remarking that he was a multi talented sports writer who wrote with equal flair, insight and knowledge on football, boxing and golf. He is also a gifted after-dinner speaker. A man, as Clint Eastwood sagely remarked, must know his limitations and I have long been aware I cannot make funny speeches and therefore do not try. To do at that dinner would have been particularly foolish as the after dinner speaker was the genuinely funny, Bill Copeland, who was on top form. Perhaps smart ass Cowardly Cowan confused my genuine praise and admiration for colleagues past and present for the sort of low level clever dick patter which he thinks passes for being funny. Though I wonder what he thought of a speech more recently delivered by another journalist at another boxing dinner at which Cowardly was present? By all accounts it was extremely funny, especially the bit in which Tam Cowardly Cowan’s nebulous claims to be a journalist were lacerated by a true giant of the old inky trade. But all of this merely serves to prove the man Cowardly Cowan was too feart to name, as the facts prove, cannot possibly be me. Facts are chiels that winnae ding. And as times goes by, it is facts about Tam Cowardly Cowan, the BBC Scotland broadcaster who defended BBC Scotland’s bitter and shameful attacks on Rangers, which I will be seeking. And publishing. Right here. Ho-hum!
I dunno if this was in the same page that he does but, over the weekend, he also blatantly stole Robert Florence's joke about Rangers - attributing it to "some boy on Twitter" The joke was something to do with the Albion boss going to his mates wedding but Rangers were going to be the "Something old, Something new, Something borrowed, Something blue". I'd like to unreservedly call him a fat ****, if that's alright - mainly due to his fatness and his ****ness
In fact, so proud was I of this moment that I had one of my top table guests record my short acceptance speech. Says a lot about his ego.
No intention of posting his recent ramblings but I thought this worth a quote from today's Blog: [h=3]ALEX THOMSON NOW UNDER ATTACKCHANNEL FOUR’s Alex Thomson is now under pressure and on the run, after becoming a top target for Britain’s most read newspaper. "However, even taking all of that into account, the Daily Mail and its 16 million readers every day, may prove to be the least of Alex Thomson’s worries". [/h]
