So, I am walking across K Road where it meets Queen Street and a sound carries across the ether, the sound of bitterness and of rancour. A man in a white van is leaning out of his van shouting at the driver of a car, presumably because of some slight that the man in the van believed said driver had committed. And the van is decorated with a thistle motif and bears the company name Celtic Solutions. Ah yes, of course, this would be a Celtic solution. Fortunately, it did not lead to a Gorbals kiss.