Andra Thomson, bigot par excellence is not a happy man! He has to come to terms with the fact that he is not being allowed to be buried under the centre spot at Ibrox Park, that the Glasgow Orange Lodge wants nothing to do with him and that the Freemasons think he's a joke. Andra now has to contend with his daughter Jean's wedding in the Synagogue and his son Peter studying for the priesthood. On top of all this the sudden death of Auld McDougal, mine host of his favourite hostelry and the only publican who would allow him credit. (For Andra a case of 'One Wedding and a Funeral'.)

He and his long-suffering wife, Annie have moved out of the old Brigton tenement and into a modern high-rise flat-overlooking Celtic Park. But the wily Andra has a plan...