Take your seats, laydees n gennlemen

First thing after awakening I pulled the curtains open, and blimey - an absolute hoolie blowing out there. Driving sleety snow - only the dredger lights could be made out as it worked away at the harbour entrance. Out through the snow to pick up the papers and scuttle back indoors. Soon there came a notification that Lothian buses had ceased operations. 
However, warmly ensconced indoors, and having finally finished Days Gone previously, it was time to load up the next game… Fallout 4. The SK researches these things very thoroughly as a proper sidekick should do, and I do believe we have another winner.
Outside, the weather turned milder, the buses started running again, and there was no reason not to meet up with the boys at 6pm in Thomson’s Bar for a few pre-match beers. Yes, thanks to the insatiable demand of football for money, TV money, we had a game at 7:45pm on a Saturday night. And let me tell you, the chances we had in that first half, oh yes. But we spurned them. That’s what you do with chances. Spurn them. And then, because the script has already been written, as we all know, being believers in predestination and such things, you know what happens next. Yep, we got thumped.