Holy Willie

A grand day - starting out in the wild country of West Lothian where the boy and I did the deal and bought an old van. Buyer beware, indeed. Then back into town and off with AJ to meet up with Rog and have a swifty at Pearce's (£3.95 a fekking pint - tis a Swedish themed bar, with Swedish prices I guess?) and on to the League Cup semi at Easter Road. And despite playing for 45 minutes with 10 men, we won it! Another cup final - probably against Celtic, and on St Patrick's Day. We'll see whether the famous Hearts can fly the flag for auld Scotia.
Then, a couple of beers in the C&B and doon tae the club for the FCYC Burns Supper - a great occasion, with much speechifying, drinking and general bonhomie and hilarity. Here's Howard's recital of Holy Willie's Prayer which he'd memorised. Not easy. As soon became apparent, haw haw.