There’s Brendan

An early kick off for my final game of the season at Tynecastle. I’d almost forgotten the season was still limping along. Celtic seven in a row is it? Anyway, given the season was already over, both teams made a reasonable attempt at entertaining the fans. I wasn’t too entertained by our shit defending or inept attacking, mind.
Still, before the game the four of us had a most excellent full breakfast at the Clock. And afterwards there were cold beers in the Diggers (it was t-shirt weather!) a play with the cat, and home to sit out in the sun.