If this is their idea of engaging with their audience The Scotsman is more doomed than their plunging circulation figures.
Alan Pattullo and Andrew Smith have been on the payroll for more than 20 years- and it showed throughout the video report following Saturday’s Glasgow derby.
Only Celtic fans are likely to show an interest in the content but it seemed that watching the 4-0 victory was a pain too far for Pattullo.
Giving his best impersonation of the Rev IM Jolly his colleague Uncle Albert was lost for words as the Rev delivered a message of ‘we’re doomed’. Returning to Celtic Park to watch Real Madrid in two days time seemed as appealing as Root Canal Treatment for the Jolly one.
The video will certainly be popular but not quite in the way the Social Media Manager at The Scotsman had hoped for.
With a younger audience to engage/ reach out to perhaps Pattullo and Smith should get along to the next Morningside Flower Show and leave the digital, social and engagement stuff to some young pups with a pulse.
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— Tam sellic son (@TamsellicsonIII) September 4, 2022
Very engaging stuff from yesterday’s men..
The poor codgers look and sound confused
— Daniel (@Daniel09280582) September 4, 2022
I’ve attended more joyous funerals….
— Michael Hughes (@mshughes123) September 4, 2022
Very engaging stuff from yesterday’s men..
The poor codgers look and sound confused
— Daniel (@Daniel09280582) September 4, 2022
He’s a slabber cabbage
— JMK ? (@kel99335427) September 4, 2022
?
— Just Joe (@1969_Just_Joe) September 4, 2022
did he know that man or was he just standing beside him
— Stephen Rodgers (@StephenJRodgers) September 4, 2022
He is nearly crying.
— Dr. Seán de Búrca MEP (@seanburke1888) September 4, 2022
That look ?
— Angrykid??????? (@Angrykid1888) September 4, 2022
And a special request just in for Mr. Hugh keevins. Yes. And it’s Abada and “If You Change Your Mind”!
Utterly boring! These guys are a joke.
I have seen more in a funeral parlour,Janet &John stuff follow the bouncing ball with Harpo Marx beside him standing beside him like the preverble spare p***l at a wedding.
Auld Spew is no doubt stewing in his own bile.
Pishful thinking doesn’t work, as all the hurting huns in the Scoddish meeja should know by now.