WHY SO SERIOUS?
August 8, 2008 - Daily Hun Newsdesk
Following Gers’ recent euro humiliation at the hands of the mighty FB Kaunas, the Daily Hun decided to illustrate what legendary Gers’ manager, Bill Struth, would have thought of the debacle.
Our imagery wizards have come up with a few ideas!
Please feel free to submit your own interpretation of how Bill would be feeling right know. Read more
WALTER WALTER WALT.. SMITH SMITH SMITH
August 8, 2008 - Daily Hun Newsdesk
The one man in the whole of Scotchland (apart from Fish) with no second name, The Gaffer; The Main Man; The Big Cheese; Walter, can today be sensationally revealed as having a surname.
We know it’s difficult to comprehend, however some journalist have let slip over the last couple of days and revealed that Gers’ manager, Walter, is indeed in possession of a surname!.
Following horrifying performances for Gers’ in pre-season friendlies and Champions league qualifiers, the man known to all of Scotchland as “Walter” has finally said enough is an enough and adopted a surname; “Smith”.
The gaffer realised that it was time to adopt a second name and bizarrely chose the undignified, general hotel reservation sounding, surname “Smith”.
It is with interest that we note that “Walter” is now being referred to as “Smith” by the main stream Mhedia.
Happy new surname, Walter, eh… Smith!
P.S. Were Back!. We enjoyed our summer break in The Golden Last, Benidorm but are glad that the new
season is finally upon us.
SAVE MY BELOVED RANGERS…
August 7, 2008 - Daily Hun Newsdesk
My name is Robert McKinnon and I am sixty-three years of age, in my lifetime Rangers has been my sole and constant companion.
Like lovers, we’ve had our ups and downs, but we’ve always remained loyal and dare I say, faithful to each other.
No other club has ever tempted me, and I have never flirted with anything other than the imperious red, white and blue. There was that sexual buzz that I always got when entering Ibrox.
As I pushed myself forward through the turnstile and then instinctively mounted the terrace, I was almost overcome with the heady aroma of unwashed bodies, plus the sweat, bovril and mince pies which combined to provide a heady concoction which proved overpowering.
Lovemaking needs music and as Billy Shakespeare one said; “Let music be the food of love”. I would listen ecstatically as “Simply the Best” rang round the hallowed walls of Ibrox, save within its womb in the knowledge that it could never get any better than this.
Last Tuesday in Kaunas romance died forever, I have fallen out of love with my beloved Rangers. We have grown apart, the club is not like the beautiful lady I once knew. She no longer listens to me, before she had class and dignity now she looks and sounds like a cheap tart. The lady has become a whore, I will not be going back to Ibrox.
I want a divorce.
Original By Steve Clark
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