Morning, bears. Thursday, eh? Only two days to go until your sweet, sweet fix of Rangers, and discovering, without even the intensity of dismay, but rather with sad acceptance and emptiness, that you are no longer thrilled by watching Rangers beat Livingston 6-0 at Ibrox, even though it was mere months ago we had our worst team of all time. Now you can barely raise an eyebrow when Waghorn's third penalty of the half goes in, can you? You hypocrite. You make us sick. Here's your news.
Mr Warburton wants Michael O'Halloran (in the year 8796, when nobody even remembers what Christianity, Ireland, Scotland or the United Kingdom even were, "and it's O'Halloran with the goal for Rangers" still won't sound right) and have made a bid of £150,000 (the Daily Mail now claims £200,000), which has been rejected. We may go in for more, he might ask to leave, he might go to Celtic. Who knows.
Rangers centre-back Craig Halkett, who you may remember from yer da, the guy who sits next to you, and everybody you follow on Twitter demanding he be given a shot in the first-team instead of Mohsni for the entirety of last season, has joined Livingston. He may even feature against us at the weekend.
A day after his divorce, Lineker's clearly struggling to cope.
This was supposed to happen last Saturday, or so we were told, but it looks as though we're pushing for a bargain. There's no rush, but we really do need someone to play there.
Apparently it'll ruin your chances with the ladies (and lads, presumably.) We here at GTBFO dream of a world where any tattoo at all would result in this level of revulsion and social exclusion, but we presently live in dark times. I wonder how much this guy gets. Someone who worked in Leeds Tesco said he was a very friendly and polite guy.