I had to look on in some disbelief at all of the Celtic fans jumping around on invisible pogo-sticks last night as JVO Hesselink grabbed an injury-time winner against Rangers.

Elation is one thing, a victory over Auld Firm rivals another, but references to the league title being 'back on' is akin to the kind of psychological wobbliness that results out of spending too long with the mother-in-law.

Temporarily, my bowels stirred, and with a whiff of excitement I glanced at the SPL table, thinking that maybe I'd missed a succession of Rangers defeats, or some sort of mass points deduction last copyrighted by Leeds United, but sure enough they are still a point clear, having played two games less. So what's all the fuss about?

Celtic shouldn't be jumping around like kangaroos, they should be assembling a hall of mirrors from second-hand antiques stories in Dennistoun and taking good long looks at them (err, and through them, too).