I always thought our advertising tag line at the Scottish Football Museum was genius: The love of your life has a past you don't know about. The personification of Scottish football history as a bounder and a cad was maybe a bit far fetched right enough, but if you were to hire a private detective to look into it, you'd get my old colleague Richard McBrearty. We started the same week; me a 21-year-old graduate, Richard straight from his old job at the gas board and a former Hamilton Accies player at youth level. Fifteen years on he's still there, now a lone curator on a ceaseless quest for new stories about Scotland's contribution to world football. And he's started a blog: http://footballcurator.blogspot.co.uk/ which means you don't even have to cross the museum door to find out his latest discoveries. Goodness knows how curators in 2113 will look back on the current travails of Scottish football. I certainly don't envy them having to sit at computers to trawl through the countless twitter posts (and now what are almost 'wikileaks' coming out about the Rangers saga via accounts like @charlottefakes) - give me the dusty tomes of Mitchell Library over that any day!