You'll never guess what happened my cat.

This blog is going to the bad, it always suffers when i am a bit busier, in fact there is an inverse relationship between my business productivity and my blog productivity. The busier I am the less blogging i do, the stats at the side tell me that I wrote 67 posts in 05, and 69 posts in 06, but then rocketed to 83 last year, which means i was not as busy as i might have been, it's encouraging that I have only 4 for this year, but if you see a sudden rise in blogging please drop me a line and tell me to get cracking as it seems to mean that I'm writing too much here and not enough in places that are a bit more profitable.

Right, time to take my own medicine.

It just never leaves ya!

What am I like? Playing Basketball game last night and I found myself going nose to nose with one of the opposition, in that "wonder will he hit me" kind of way. I'm almost 43 for fecks sake, mind you Tommy was in a few scrapes too, and he's bloody 54.

Starting to feel some benefit from the lack of cigarettes, I felt much better through the game last night, and I feel better overall, I've done the last 9 days without very much bother, and as long as I keep my head on my shoulders I think I'll be fine this time.

That storm knocked everything around the garden that was not nailed down, basketball hoop, patio heater, flowerpots all toppled over, only the heater sustained any real damage.

I never imagined my blog would turn into one of those incredibly boring "you'll never guess what happened my cat yesterday" kind of offerings, so I apologise for this one.

Now better do some work.

P

Fit to burst

So much happening am almost fit to burst, good news on funding, off to UK next week, rebranding all 2007 brochures for 2008, trying to come up with a great angle for a personal development course for business, busy busy busy.

This year's business plan needs to be more varied than last year, not so much putting the eggs into one or two baskets, plus I need to be out of the office a whole lot more.

Am excited

Phil O'Donnell RIP

Up in my attic I have several boxes full of magazines, for years in the 90's I bought the Celtic View every week, and several years ago i rounded them all up, but unable to actually chuck them out I ended up "storing" them all in the attic.

This Christmas I had a look through some of them, a mate called me the other night to tell me the Phil O'Donnell had collapsed and died while playing for Motherwell. The funny thing is that I never enjoyed supported celtic more than i did at that time, even while we were winning stuff since, and definately not the current stuff, I just can't seem to reconnect with the passion I felt from the early 90's right up to Seville, I had my mate Ger (who died last year) beside me most of the time, watching and screaming for the Celtic of Collins, McStay, Cadete, Di canio, Rieper and marvellous Moravcik.

I was in my late 20's and early 30's. Life was brilliant, nobody we knew died of "natural causes" and as long as we were careful what pubs we went into and where we wore our colours we felt indestructable.

Well Ger is dead, and now one of the young lads we used to watch playing is dead too, I certainly don't feel indestructable anymore, so I went up and had a flick through some of the magazines, through the time of Tommy Burns, Wim Jansen, Dr. Jo, John Bloody Barnes and finally Martin O'Neill (I stopped buying the magazine years ago) and I felt glad to have had all those experiences, glad to have lived through those times and in a strange way i felt that I had little choice back then, cos i had got myself into something i had to see through, and in a strange way Martin O'Neill helped deliver us from that, after Seville it became possible to follow Celtic as a pass time rather than as a compulsion.

It allowed us all to grow up a little.

The ten years before that had kept us as angry passionate teenagers from 1988 to 1998,

But we loved it.

Phil O'Donnell is the first Celtic player of that generation to move on.

RIP