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After having worked there for a while, we took the heiresses to Helsinki on holiday, and we took the ferry across the Gulf of Finland to admire the tanned lissom Bond girls of Tallin, or maybe that was just me…
Anyway, we were still part of the EU, and Estonia wasn’t, so we had to queue at immigration to get in. Younger child was registered on my passport, but the older member of the next generation and The Spouse got through well before us. On reaching sanctuary in 32°C heat, I was interrogated as to why it took so long.
“The border guard boy,” I offered, “Scrutinised my passport and enquired, ‘Place of birth, Keith? How you think Maroons will get on this season now that Thainer has signed for Locos?’”
Dismissed by other family members, naturally. A cross I bear, and which Roos would fail to grasp.
Thainer’s debut for Locos was in a pre-season friendly against Celtic, and he, as a NE hun
was delighted. In the first half, he ran out of his box to try to stop a Tim forward, and broke a leg in the process. A few weeks later, I was at Harlot Park for an Aberdeenshire Cup tie against a young Dons XI, and I saw Thainer on crutches standing by the dressing room. I went across to enquire after his recovery, and told him the Estonia story. His response was, “Is that right?”
“No Ian, it’s shìte”, I admitted.
“I might still use it in an after-dinner speech, though. Is that OK?”
“Whatever, Ian, whatever…”
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