Tynecastle Stadium...

... is where I asked my daddy what a 'winker' was, when I was 4...

...speaking of which, my mum once went away for the night, leaving me with my dad and his friends, and the scotland match. The importance of my usual bedtime was demoted in the midst of a serious qualification battle, and in the morning my mum was upset when I waddled towards the telly waving an angry finger, and shouted "fuck sake Scotland"... I was 2 and a half... She blamed my Dad's friend Stevie, but he still blames Scotland's performance...