Dancing Bears

I knew we were doomed from early morning. I was up at the butcher's in Bruntsfield and after wrapping up my purchases, he said, "that'll be sixteen ninety." I winced; and correctly recognised this as ill an omen as can be delivered with your square sausage.
And so it was to be, Rangers equalising in the 79th minute and scoring the winner 4 minutes into time added on (a tradition extended by Hearts to both members of the old firm).
Who cares? I enjoyed a decent blether afterwards on all things political with Mr C, an active member of the chattering classes.
Time to get cooking the poisoned steaks.

* for those whom the significance of sixteen ninety is unclear...here