Enjoy yourself. It's later than you think.

1. I have a long lie. There are guests in the house and I know it's not rating high on the hosting front, but I don't care. I rise when coffee and bacon sarnies seem real.

2. A whiskey fueled plan took shape very early this morning and it appears to have stuck. I send a message to an old pal and the plans are firm. We walk to Hampden. We estimate this will take an hour it's actually more like an hour and a half. Gordon meets us in Clockwork for the swiftest of pints and then it's off to the game.

3. Gordon is a Queens Park season ticket holder. He kindly invites into the posh area and with that we get soft seats and tea and cake at half time. The first half ends one nil. The tea and cake go down a treat and as the second half gets cracking we are all really quite satisfied with the day. There are five more goals to come. Good goals too, none of your pish.

4. We say cheerio to Gordon and head back to Clockwork for wur tea. Nice although I overdo it with a stodge, stodge, beer formation. Tactical error.

5. Taxi to Shawfield. First race is at ten to eight. I am over ambitious and don't get the win, later Dicey Riley romps home for me and I have to wait til the last race to win again. We do well though. We win.