A Load of Bull!

The trouble I had here was that I couldn't decide whether I needed the loo, wanted a pint, had time to do either, whether I wanted to focus on the signpost or the pub!

What a hopeless case I am turning into! I'd set off for a brisk walk after work, got lost coming back from the Racecourse after following a jockey for two miles getting there and was late getting back for dinner. I am 41 going on 11 and knew Mom would not be pleased if I was late for dinner. I wasn't even going to go out but the sound of the hoover was driving me nuts so I fled, promising faithfully to be on time. The jockey tale is a story in itself but never mind that!

Anyway, I took my picture and headed home. So, no, I haven't been in for a pint yet. Actually, there are loads of pubs in Ayr. The Black Bull is certainly in a fantastic location and looks striking when you see it crossing the river.
I'll pop in soon!

No smart play on words with the tune. I was pleased to find this. I'd forgotten all about it and had only heard it once before. Sorry for people who can't stand drums and bagpipes! Give it a go as Saor Patrol are quite something.

Black Bull