The trouble with running a blog and having to take compulsory family holidays is that while your correspondent was working his way down the slopes in an Elvis-esque way (by which I mean a fat sweaty guy wearing a jumpsuit and ornate scarf, all the while high on painkillers following a comedy fall in the car park on the morning of the first day), the world of Scottish football moved on without me.
And if you thought finding out anything about Scottish football was a complete bastard here in Holland, trying to find out who won the game between Peterhead and Dumbarton whilst atop a mountain somewhere in the middle of Germany is next to impossible.
So it was that in more or less complete ignorance I returned home, frustratingly unaware of anything that had transpired while I was gone. And yes, ignorance is bliss and all that, but for someone running a blog, ignorance is fatal. But, truth be told, having been away from the laptop for as long as I have been, it has been refreshing to have a break from the pressure of getting Inside Left into the number 87 spot in the Scotblog awards for next year.
Aye, I was getting used to not having to spend my evening researching articles for the site (no really, I dont just make this shit up, some real actual research takes place) and apathy was starting to set in, so it is with some degree of Herculean effort that I dragged myself back behind the keyboard and back onto these pages. So to quote Bill Hicks “it’s great to be here wherever I am, I always like it when I’m here”.
Spoiler: most of what you are about to read is pretty old hat. Apologies in advance… Continue reading →
