Half Time

How very wise to arrive with an appropriately coloured overgarment. And what cracking entertainment I’d laid on - obviously expectations had been set very low. Very very low. So when the famous JTs actually started playing some decent footy and even took the lead, the visitor was quite stunned. “If this is the worst team in the premier league,” says I, "you can only imagine how high the standard is in the rest of the league." Aye. And blimey we held on and got a point! Though as luck would have it, the second bottom team won so we’re now five points adrift. Still, things can only get better.
So, after young H was inducted into the old men’s Phil Soc we legged it by taxi to P&K’s where we met up with the SK and young F, and we nattered and were fed along with P&K’s weans. And K and myself got a most wonderful present - a beer making course which includes taking away five litres of beer of your own making! Come the end of the season, drowning sorrows may well be required.