These chants, songs and quips are refreshingly unrestrained by taste or political correctness, because this isn't humour looking over the shoulder and minding its ps and qs. It's full-frontal, uncensored British and Irish attitude. It's Swiftian and Wildean; it's Python and Milligan. There is an acute sense of the ironic and a profound sense of the absurd. Spike would have been proud of this Parkhead paean to Shunsuke Nakamura: "He eats chow mein. He votes Sinn Fein." It is utterly knowing yet beautifully faux naif as it sets up two outrageous stereotypes and renders them both completely ludicrous. It's also pure Glasgow. The guy who heckled Bono at a gig there recently has to have been a football fan. The sainted one did say unto his flock: "Verily, every time I clap a child dies in Africa." Back it came: "Well, stop clapping then."
...and to this day, Saint Bono refuses to stop clapping.