The Commies rumble on, marred only by the
volunteers who are a complete waste of space. Day one at Hampden there were problems getting in and they disappeared rather than try to sort things out or explain what was going on. Once in one complained that people were turning up later than expected, I left her in no doubt what I thought of her and the organisation.
Typical interactions:
Volunteer: Keep going, you're nearly there!
Me: I know, I have been going to Hampden for more than 40 years.
Volunteer (in an English accent): Not far now!
Me: Yes, I can see Hampden, it is the big sports arena shaped thing 100m behind you.
Volunteer: Wooooooooo high five!
Me: Why?
Volunteer (obviously not from Scotland): Do you know where you are sitting?
Me: Yes, we're in the Rangers End.*
Volunteer: Wha . . .
Me: The Rangers End, the end the Rangers fans always go to.
Volunteer: Wha . . .
Other than getting in my way and pissing me off I don't think they serve any function.
*traditionally the ends of the stadium are known as the Rangers End and the Celtic End. Before redevelopment our end had a roof and theirs' didn't.
Who says they were persecuted?
Get it up ye.