In the Land of....

Back to Tynecastle after weeks of World Cup soccer and a cracker of a game against Kilmarnock. Only 2-0 up at half time but it could have been a couple more. Inevitably there was then the scare after they’d pulled one back. We never make it easy, observed the seasoned old coach next to me, shaking his head.
Up to the Diggers hot-foot without AJ as he’d been called home in an emergency with bust pipes. And then onward. LARPing* to be carried out, for we had an invite, thanks to the SK’s schmoozing, to a prestigious address in the New Town. Oh yes. They even had their ain front door. And a very tasteful wreath thereupon. Not at all gallus. The fizzy drink flowed (the real stuff, too) and there was even, like, a real author there to blether with. Oh the tales we swapped! Ahem. And I regaled the elegant hostess with talk from Tynecastle before half inching a couple of her mince pies and stuffing them in the SK’s handbag. Can't wait for my invite for next year! 




*White Lotus, Season two, Episode two. 

"I just feel like...
I feel like we're LARPing
as rich people.


We're not LARPing.
How... how are we LARPing?"