Here in the UK we love our football – in fact, it’s probably fair to say that it’s the national sport – which is why the collective disinterest that presents itself whenever the prospect of…

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Smiling again. It started on Thursday night, when the racket outside stopped us from sleeping. Stringer cracked open the curtains a little, to reveal the most beautiful firework display exploding in whites, pinks and greens…

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Well, what a night. Though a badly-timed migraine denied me election coverage in the end, it seemed appropriate that my American BFF would be the one to break the news. I hissed a quiet “yessss!”…

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As evenings go, yesterday’s was an interesting exercise in the dichotomy which is my personality. My sister picked me up after work, and we had a teatime so girly that it brought on the inevitable.…

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Yesterday dawned, grey and cold, in a Glasgow still nursing its collective hangover, and the sun didn’t make an appearance until it broke over Celtic Park about 6 o’clock in the evening, over the flowers…

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You have to wonder what was going through the head of the Celtic fan who ran onto the pitch at the end of last night’s Milan game. Even if it was some typical high-spirited Glaswegian…

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