End of an Era

The big event! The last ever ever walk in through the clanking turnstiles, past the brick lavvies, and up the concrete steps to our cramped seats in the main stand at Tynecastle. The first time ever was May 1963, 54 years ago. On that occasion we won, and as the adage goes, you can't win them all. Ahem.
Anyway, we decided a lunch beforehand was a necessity - nothing too extravagant, and most importantly, with decent house wine at a reasonable price. By the bottle. And an amaretto with your double espresso? Why not.
So here is Frank, in his 'lucky' 50s scarf, leading the way, followed by AJ and Rog. Apparently our seats will be mapped onto direct equivalents in the new stand - though strangely enough, this will be 'platinum' category rather than 'silver'. With an attendant increase in price. Mind you, being typical football fans, we'll swallow anything as long as its supporting the local team. And then it was off to the Diggers; more swallowing to be done.