I am not sure if it was just before or just after the huns had died, but a letter came through my door from duff and Phelps, so a opened the letter it was for my daughter and her boyfriend who were living with me at the time, well they are huns (a know a know mcgarrell with a hun daughter, whe she told me she was becoming a hun I says I want a dna test for you), back to these letters a took them into work and got my line manager who was a Tim to print hundreds off these letters out, and a gave them to all the Tim's, plus a left a lot off them on the lunch room tables, as all the huns realised what was going down, I mean these letters were for shareholders and season ticket holders saying it was basically the end for the huns, they all went fucking tonto and for the only time in my life a was actually feart at work, when they realised it was me that had got the letters they were livid, cos I have been tortured and returned the torcher back on the cunts for years, some off them I meet now I have retired, say any cunt but you with these letters, they couldny believe it, I neither could I, a couldny pass up the chance to get right up them and a did, I've now got my own back on my daughter as well cos her we bhoy who is 2 is going to his first celtic game next Saturday, against Ross county, he just goes about singing hail hail all day long,he has learned all his colours except green cos he keeps saying it's no green grampa its celtic, so me my son are taking him to the next game, anyway memory over and Mon the hoops