Off to St Andrews, Irvine, this morning for my first ever Diocesan Council meeting. I don't know what I was expecting, these bodies have always been a mystery to me, but as meetings go, it was a fairly decent one. It was probably only me that provided the unnecessary blethers.

We were forcibly reminded that the Orange Order has begun the marching season! Roll on the 12th July! In the middle of the meeting we were regaled by the local flute band marching past, or was it round, the church building. We got some of the old favourites.

Which brings us to Glasgow Rangers! Half listening to their match today, which they had to win to produce a Championship winning season, I was not amazed that yet again they got all the favours that a referee could give them, by ignoring a blatant penalty and what would be a subsequent sending off of a Rangers' player, and disallowing a perfectly good Dundee Utd goal. Even the Radio Scotland commentators and "experts" agreed that the ref bottled it. Mr McCurry should never referee another Rangers match - ever. He obviously was feeling aggrieved that he'd missed the march in Irvine earlier. I've watched the TV re-runs, and these decisions were disgraceful, and blatantly biased. However, those of us who support the "wee" teams kind of get used to it!

And, before Celtic fans start complaining about these decisions, your lot get them too! I sometimes think that some referees go straight to Confession after refereeing some Celtic matches. It's the only way they could live with the decisions some of them make.

Aye. The future is Orange, and the future is still Green, and I despair for Scottish football, and for my city. I listened to the radio in the car, and I heard them singing all about King James and all his rebel band, and William's army guarding old Derry's Walls. Tomorrow I'll listen to the pro Real IRA stuff from the other crowd. Hand me my machine gun!