FREELANCE football writer, Kenny MacDonald, was covering the weekend’s match between Morton and Dunfermline, when suddenly he heard his named being called out over the public address system.
The half-time announcement took place among other namechecks, including for a fan visiting from New Zealand. And when ‘Kenny MacDonald in the Press Box’ was heard, it was followed by the playing of a song, by Destiny’s Child, called Say my Name.
And then it all became clear. The previous week, MacDonald had reported how Morton player, Robbie Crawford, had been briefly ‘robbed’ of his goal against Airdrieonians, by the PA man giving out the wrong name, before correcting his mistake five minutes later.
Says MacDonald: “It was a bit unusual, but then again, so was being asked for my autograph upon leaving Celtic Park after the Paul McStay’s Maestros versus Rio’s All-Stars charity match earlier this month.”
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THANKS to the Drumlanrig column in Scotland on Sunday newspaper, at the weekend, for this: “The political redemption of Gordon Brown has been a big feature of the [Scots iindepdence] referendum campaign, as have been his collection of anecdotes and jokes which are trotted out almost every time he speaks in public.
“To be fair to Brown, the jokes and stories about Scottish football and Raith Rovers are pretty good. But journalists who have sat through many Brown events were beginning to find them slightly repetitive by the end.
“Indeed, one journalist saw a colleague put pen to notebook while Brown was regaling his audience.
“The journalist turned to his colleague and asked: ‘Why on earth are you writing that down, you must have heard it a million times?’
“’I’m not writing it down,’ came the reply. ‘I’m ticking it off.’”
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GOOD spot on during the BBC Scotland’s indyref coverage, by sports journalist and media consultant, Stewart Weir.
And BBC Scotland reacted, with good humour, saying, in a tweet: “sweirz yes, yes it does [say ‘ecomony’] – sorry about that, we are rebooting our spellcheck!”
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