Oh well, I suppose it was too much to hope for. It would appear that we were all conned into thinking the Atlantic League was a possibility when all along it was just some under-achieving clubs trying to put pressure on UEFA to let them stay longer in competitions. Perhaps if they had not played so badly in the first place they would have lasted longer, or am I being too simplistic? Sadly for us the demise of the Atlantic League means we are stuck with the Evil Empire for a while yet but you can't really blame the good citizens of Lisbon, Rotterdam, Amsterdam et al for binning the whole idea at the prospect of hordes of uncouth Weegies cluttering up their shopping centres. So, as that classic song from Lennon & McCartney so succinctly puts it "Ob La Di, Ob La Da, life goes on, woa, la la la how life goes on".

Are we not just totally sick of the big yawn that is the perpetual crisis at Parkhead? John Barnes was the scapegoat so he had to go yet the man who hired him gets to take charge of the team until the next gullible mug, sorry, top class manager, is found. Kenny Dalgleish may have been God's representative on Earth when he was a player but he has been consistently average as a manager. Even at Blackburn he won the Championship courtesy of a cheque book of lottery triple roll-over jackpot proportions. Still, for a man with the social aplomb and cheery disposition of Darth Vader he has temporarily managed to turn things around and give Celtic fans some hope. The poor misguided fools that they are.

You have to feel sorry for the Old Firm, no, honestly, you do, as they have boxed themselves into an impossible corner with their cash domination of Scottish football. In reality they play in their own league of two whereby coming second also means coming last. Why then would an ambitious manager take the job at Celtic when finishing second in the league, with a guaranteed European place, is seen as failure?

I was lying in bed a few weeks ago listening to the St Johnstone v Rangers game on the radio. Before you assume I am an idle malingerer I should point out that I was suffering from an extremely painful slipped disc. It's my own fault really as I had enjoyed an entertaining night with Shania and Britney when, at my age, I really should have known better. Anyway, what cheered me up was the way the Saints got stuck into the Huns and stole a draw from them. In the post-match interviews Sandy Clarke said he had been inspired by the way Hibs played against Rangers a few weeks earlier as this proved that the Old Firm could be turned over if the opposition believed in themselves. Mind you, Caley Thistle had already demonstrated this in spectacular style. Listening to the commentary I was reminded of Kenny Dalgleish whinging on about wanting players who are 'Celtic minded' and who would play for the jersey. Playing for St Johnstone that night were O'Neil, Griffen, Kane, McBride, McCluskey, O'Halloran and Connolly. Now it's just a hunch but perhaps these guys might fit Kenny's criteria as to who would make an appropriate soapdodger.

What do you think of Don Hutchison then? He has refused to sign a new deal with Everton because he demanded £20,000 per week but they were only prepared to offer him £15,000. He actually described this offer as disgraceful, I kid you not. Playing football isn't even a proper job so how dare he think he should be paid the same sort of money as professionals like, well, me. Reality check for Mr Hutchison please.

Finally, I was at a really unusual wedding recently. Two aerials got married. I'm not sure if it will last but the reception was brilliant.