Originally Posted by
57vintage
I was due to be at Hampden, but my hangover ruled me out.
If memory serves me correctly* though, following several lunchtime hairs of several lunchtime dogs in the Tappit Hen, my return to the June sunshine of Union Street saw me surprised by a big Tim contingent at the kirkyard gates.
It transpired that an Orange Ordure parade was due to pass by. I stayed for the high jinks, obviously, suitably socially-distanced from the Kincorth Emerald and Mastrick Vatican Volunteers, and gave strong voice to my disapproval.
*stopped clock principle applied