SO, Jabba The Hun has left Castle Greyskull; cannot say I am surprised, I never saw that one as a good fit. Given that the first rule of the Lap Top Loyal is: nobody talks about being in the LTL, Jabba was always leaving himself wide open to abuse when he came out and took the Green pounds.
I have never deviated from my belief that Jabba, good operator though he was and can still be, wasn't even the better Traynor in the ink business - big brother John, remains the better wordsmith for my money - pity about his predelection for fast women, slow horses and aged malts.
When young James first burst upon the scene, with the Herald, he was the odd-job man on the desk - the Minister without Portfolio who filled-in around the paper's core subjects of the Old Firm and Rugby. His early work at Wimbledon, where he succeeded Brian Meek, aka Meek the Sheik, was exceptional, sadly, he over-indulged on the succulent lamb and, for me, never quite, fulfilled his potential.
Maybe now, with the cash and time to reflect, he can write a couple of books on Scottish football in the tv and money age - hopefully these will be worth reading.
PAT Fenlon has, finally, fallen on his sword.This resignation is hardly the shock of the season. I fear for Hibs, they have been rudderless since Rod Petrie's craven cave-in to wee Michael Stewart and his band of dressing room rebels, who couldn't face John Collins's home truths.
I doubt if the sort of hard-nosed boss that club requires will take the job so long as Rod the Plod is at the wheel.
Come-on Tommy Farmer, you'd never have let any of the tyre firms you ran become as poor performers, and selling tyres and accessories is a far-tougher market than the SPFL. Step-in and put things right, Scotland needs a strong Hibs.
As the men in green and white huffed and puffed to no effect, when in the driving seat on Wednesday, I could see they wouldn't score and it would all end in tears.
Up there in the great dressing room in the sky, I bet the Famous Five are hating this, and the air in heaven will be blue from Ned Turnbull's language as he reflects on current affairs at Easter Road.
I SEE Dave King is still peering-in at Ibrox from the outside. When the spivs and chancers currently running the club don't want you, isn't it time any self-respecting millionaire walked away?
SCOTTISH Cup today and I fancy that, at the very least, the mighty Talbot can take Stranraer back to Beechwood for a replay.
In an official statement today, the Ibroke club said: "R*****s today announce that Director of Communications James Traynor has been bagged as of immediate effect. The role as head of pish-poor media and oversee underdevelopment of all media platforms including R*****s TV, digital, online and print publications is no more. We can no longer afford to pay good money for such bigoted and malicious pish. This wage saving alone will ensure that we limp along to meet the administration deadline in January at best. Sadly, Mr Traynors departure will inevitably mean further redundancies in the staff canteen, three local caterers and of course the local Greggs."
ReplyDeleteMr Traynor and his many chins left via the double back door at Ibroke after being presented with a BIC pen, a 3-pack of post-it notes and some catering tins of 1989 Baxters bean and ham soup (slightly dented) by the assistant cleaner, Miroslav Stankojvic. He addressed the small crowd who had gathered across the road in the doorway of Home Bargains with these words.
"Yous can all get tae fuck, ya bastids!"
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