Marionville Road

All I want for Christmas is ...another 365 Cigs tags so I can spend 2017 blipping away merrily. 

And so it came to pass on the 10th day of advent a wise man come from the south to the capital. 

Although 70 minutes into the game I'm sure he was questioning the wisdom of traveliing 97 miles to watch the 2nd worst team in Scotland play host to the third worst team in Scotland. The worst of it was that come the final whistle my beloved Stirling Albion were languishing at the foot of the Scottish Football league - a disappointing 40th out of 40.... 

Still, there was a considerable silver lining. Having blagged our way into the car park past a jobsworth security bod, we set about finding the finest cake in the east end of town - the Manna House. So by a circuitous route, we left Meadowbank and headed off towards Easter Road; Steve's eager lad happily spotting a dozen or more Cigs tags on as we walked. But as we strode merrily along, I noticed a previously unblipped Cigs! - the unbridled joy! (The high point to the low at 4.45 and our position as the worst team in the land - the agony after the ecstasy of the Cigs discovery) 

So I managed to fit Steve and his lad into the shot before heading onwards towards coffee and cake. 

Thereafter (see above) the day plummeted. 

Well, it would, wouldn't it? 

With grateful thanks to inneskiadventures for the cake shop advice; cheers, chum.