The call came loud and clear: "Mair fitba." And so shall there be.

Morton concludes its the holiday season a full six points up on Stirling in the SFA's Second Division which, as things go, is the third best division of fitba in the wrrrrrrrrldah (all other nations playing football of one form or another.) Saturday in the Cup they face Kilmarnock of Premier League (which is the actual premier, you know league) which is somewhat freaky as I once again witnessed one of those weird Faithery "nu, whrrr r yu frum?" moments when a passer-by with an accent is stopped and it turns out that his faither and my faither's mither likely knew each other between the wars as he was the Proctor Fiscal when she was Bailee. I though the conversation was about to turn to a heed butting match over which was better, The Broons or Oor Wullie, when the moment passed. Good thing tae.

Oh, yes...it was freaky because Mrs. Passer-by was from Kilmarnock...ye ken?