If you have waited 130 years looking forward to something, the chances are you will enjoy it when it comes along.
St Johnstone certainly partied hard following their team’s victory in the Scottish Cup final. And who, I find myself inquiring, can blame them?
Of course, one must also doff one’s metaphorical (or literal, if you favour such headgear) cap to the players and fans of Dundee United. To slip into cliche for a moment, it takes two to tango and the plucky opposition certainly made the winners work for their victory. It was a shame both teams couldn’t be over the moon at the end of the day, but hey-ho, that just wouldn’t be cricket (Or football for that matter).
We have so much coverage of the big weekend it’s really bordering on (and at times crossing into) remarkable territory.
Win, lose or draw (it wasn’t a draw), you won’t want to miss our extensive coverage.
If you don’t like watching extremely well paid people kicking a ball filled with air back and forth, fear not, there is plenty more for you to sink your working-week-starting teeth into.
Talking about rich people, we have all the latest from the annual rich list. Among other things, you can find out how some chaps who started out life making computer games in Dundee are now mixing it with the upper echelons (ie they are minted).
If you are the kind of person who likes nothing more than coo-ing over pictures of newly-weds then, my goodness, have you come to the right place? (Actually you haven’t. You could hardly have come to a worst place. There aren’t any here. But you will have come to the right place when you snap up Monday’s Courier as we feature a whole page of them 16 no less).
We also have dog news (a nice one can’t find a home), bear news (two have got a new home) and a trans-gender Wonderwoman (you’ll just have to buy a paper for further details of that one).
If instead of memorably belting out D-I-S-C-O, Ottawan had sung B-A-F-T-A it would, quite literally, have changed history. It would also, quite possibly, have acted as a fitting tribute to the television BAFTAs.
They were held on Sunday night so, as you have every right to expect, we carry all the details.
That was a bit torturous. Probably time I went for a lie down.
But before I do, may I just take a second to beseech you to snap up your copy of Saturday’s Courier. If ink spread across squished up trees doesn’t float your boat, why not try our digital edition?