About McPherson's Rant


McPherson’s Rant is an old Scots Folk Song about a Robin Hood Type Character who was hanged.

There is no connection, unless you count the “rant” part.  The world’s a strange place and sometimes a “rant” at absurdity and unfairness is just what’s required.

Here you can expect to find examples of stupidity, irony and idiocy , especially relating to Hong Kong, and with particular attention to the SCMP, and its’ letters page. A common problem with many blogs is their failure to find something new to say, I find the SCMP, and it’s letters page, provides plenty of ammunition on a daily basis and will reference them frequently. If you have your own letter not getting published, put it on our comments section.





Ranger Vs Celtic

Over the years, we’ve been asked many times by customers to show Rangers Vs Celtic matches.  I’ve always refused as I don’t consider the event a valid sporting event, tribal warfare might be a more apt description.  But on Sunday I relented, a few people who were in asked, and they were neutrals.  All was fine, I went to meet some friends, having no interest.  Later I got an email from a customer explaining how pathetic, sectarian peasants, with barely a brain between them, managed to spoil a pleasant evening in The Canny Man, and this e-mail, explains why I was right all along, I only wish they’d keep their pathetic shit on the West Coast of Scotland instead of exporting it worldwide, and yes, I do concede it’s a minority, however, it’s the minority being arseholes that people remember.

Here was the email from a customer:

Let me set the scene……..
I arrived in the bar at 7.30 as the game commenced on the big screen. 
Inside there were 20+ customers watching quietly, the commentary was turned off and the bar music continued to play. More customers continued to trickle in and everyone was in a relaxed and comfortable mood. 
15 mins passed when suddenly the door flew open and in came a bunch of 6 younger blokes. The group except one were all dressed in Celtic colours and lead by one who was exceedingly more vocal than the rest. 
That complete idiot was later indentified to me as Martin, by Colin the manager from the Blue Goose bar, he told me they had been in his place before coming to the Canny Man. 
Martins battle cry and introduction to all guests benefit was ‘Fuck Rangers’ ‘Fuck the UDA’ and ‘Fuck the Queen’……… 
This group immediately occupied the front stalls seats directly in front of the big screen. 
Martin their leader continued and in fact increased his tirade of abuse against anything Rangers that appeared on screen and requested that the commentary now be turned on. 
As this happened, I watched as guests immediately began leaving the bar. 
Big Norrie my kilted associate, one of the boys on his way to New Zealand, and I decided we would continue to remain seated on the couch and not be intimidated by this obnoxious behaviour. 
Thinking your staff would have informed you by now of what was going down I was expecting you to come thru the door any minute and deal with this problem. 
(Head kicking time)
At half time we gave up listening to the outbursts and decided to move into the pool table area along with another group of kilted Scots guys who had been sitting on the opposite couches. 
By this time the bar had virtually emptied and the staff looked on at these people in disbelief. 
A few games of pool were played, and we continued watching the game on that areas small screen when suddenly the peace and tranquility was interrupted by the sound of breaking glass followed by Martins screaming voice as he remonstrated with one of your girls over by the big screen. 
It was at that point those left decided something had to be done and I immediately asked the senior girl for your number to alert you. 
Before I knew it Big Norrie had decided that it was his time to intervene before the girls copped even more abuse and the situation got totally out of control and went over to confront Martin telling him that his behaviour was disgraceful, to calm down, and behave. 
It seemed to work….we watched as the staff finally persuaded the group to leave.
Was it over ? not quite….. but close !
Martin and his mates came back in for a final go and delivered a few gobfulls of abuse. Realising that the situation could get a little sticky as the numbers started to change against their favor they decided to leave. 
When we left a bit later it was not totally surprising to see Martin and his bunch staggering about outside Carnegies. 
After 5 minutes verbal tooing and froing with him and his mates we decided to head down to the Blue Goose and be told by Colin that he knew Martin and watched them head down your way to you to watch the game !
Alls well that ends well, but next time I’ll understand when you say ‘that games not showing in my place tonight.’

It’s a shame the staff didn’t see fit to call me, as I was out with some rugby player mates, who would have been more than willing to be unreasonable and aggressive to them.

And so, those of you who are sensible and reasonable fans of either persuasion, now know why I will never show that crap again.


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