Sunday's not what it was

A grand day out for the lads was what AJ had planned but F was unweel so our numbers were depleted; and then Rog decided to cheapskate it by taking the bus so it was only a twosome who travelled through with our Sunday papers on the train. After meeting Rog (a sunny day in Glasgow!) we headed to the Granary in Shawlands and then legged it across to Hampden.
And the Hearts stuck to the game plan of frustrating the Gers until it all came unstuck in a 14 minute period in the second half starting with giving away an unnecessary penalty. But I hadn’t been enjoying it before then anyway. The people in front were just disgustingly scummy foul mouthed oafs. They berated the opposition and the away fans constantly with their expletive laden limited vocabularies. Effing and Ceeing every second word. And their poor little kids stood listening to mum and dad doing this. And their pals in front of them were the just same. Their big day out to be big people. Vile individuals the lot of them. I’m glad their team got stuffed.
I only recovered my good spirits when we stopped off at the Pot Still on the way back to the station. What a lovely little friendly pub. Not an oaf in sight. 
I blame Dominic Cummings, Frankie Boyle… the whole ned lot of them. Round ‘em up!