Cold, wet and miserable. Not me, the weather. There's little doubt that winter's nearly upon us, though, and as an ageing old t@sser it becomes harder and harder to drag yourself away from the fireside to face the elements outside. I had every intention of visiting the old favourite watering hole on Friday evening (just to check the lack of progress of the old Fantasy Football team, you understand) but in the end I couldn't summon up the courage to face the wind, cold and rain. So sad.
Instead, we decided to jump in the car to trek out to Livingston to tackle some of the (non-internet) Xmas shopping. MacArthur Glen was like a morgue - either people are leaving their shopping until much later, they're shopping on-line or the recession has even caused the cancellation of Christmas - or maybe a combination of all three.
I did brave the elements on Saturday to visit Easter Road, however. Hibs were atrocious in the second half, but still won 2-0 fairly comfortably, thanks in no small part to Deek Riordan's instinctive finishing. Hibs are still well up there - joint second - and there's a gap opening up between the top and bottom six. The old Jam Tarts are in the wrong half just now, and there are increasing signs of frustration coming from Gorgie. A very welcome three points for them at Kilmarnock yesterday may steady the ship a little, but they've still got a bit of work to do to climb the league. Everybody's favourite hapless striker Nade has got himself on the scoresheet for two consecutive weeks now, though - the big guy's on a bit of a roll (probably a sausage roll or three, but a roll nonetheless ...)
A post-game visit to Ocean Terminal found that centre very busy, so there may be some money around after all; I was going to venture up to the "newly open for business again, well maybe ..." Princes Street today, but again the weather was the winner and I stayed at home. Those old aching bones, you see ...
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