Athletic Arms

Awoke to find sunshine on the north facing front of the house. Clearly a miracle which augurs well for the future. Though not the immediate future footballwise (yeuch), dear reader. Sorry, bit of a spoiler there.
So anyway, blue skies and sunshine and up Wardie Steps for the papers and baps and back through the grounds.
So, the new bus to town and onward to Tynie, where the JTs gave a reasonable account of themselves until undone in defence by two howlers by Souttar. Ach, he's only 19 and will learn. So beers and the usual learned discussion afterwards. Life and death and football.
Home awhile before heading out to see Purple Rain at the Filmhouse. Haha, not something that would ever win an award for best screenplay, or indeed acting. Or anything much apart from some great moves. And were the 80s really that sexist? Anyway, just as we reached the denouement if the film had such a thing, or, as we reached the end denouementwise, some poor fellah in the audience had a heart attack and the film was stopped and the lights went up. So that was that.
Home via Javits and a monster pizza. Which despite being four seasons had no asparagus- perhaps they only use local produce in season. Like errr herring?