Stramash!

How quickly these Saturday mornings speed past. Though the daughter did pop in showing off her new car. And so, onto that bus to Gorgie; much to our dismay it was another delayed kick off - suitably forewarned however, I was able to briefly warm myself in the Tynecastle Arms with a dram along with my drouthy crony, AJ.
I can report that after the game, we’re still undefeated at err fortress Tynecastle. Why there was quite so much passion on display, I have no idea. Not only had we to play with ten men for much of the game, both our manager and deputy manager were sent to the stands for separate misdemeanours. Calm down, it’s just a game.
Then a meet up in Mather’s with my old pal Johnny, up for a wedding. But onward! The Boat Club Christmas Party!! Much fun, and much chatter, though our new sailing secretary, who is a serious racing type, certainly drew out the prize-giving ceremony to its maximum length. I wonder why that was.