I've Been Tired.

........... Really tired. I could barely move last night. I'd had a bit of a night on wednesday I suppose. Ostensibly I had gone to the local boor pit to meet some work chums and watch a game of football, but it became something of an exercise in anthropology.............With cheap beer. As a devout follower of the Maryhill Magyars, the clash between Manchester Utd and Celtic was really of little significance to me but I decided to go along anyway. The economy booze being one of the deciding factors...... Anyway, I watched the game. Quite enjoyed it actually, loads of goals and plenty of saddo Celtic fans trying to put a brave face on the fact that the gods simply weren't on their side that night. My old pal Mullaney told it like it was by stomping out in a huff. The rest acted like Scotland fans at the world cup and celebrated in glorious defeat. Fuck that! I did enjoy a bit of banter with Brian, a Kilmarnock fan. This was more my territory. Discussing the things that really matter like why his landlord has three thumbs, why it would be great to bionically enhance great footballers we once had playing for us and of course exchanging song-books. He seemed to be most amused by 'Mary From Maryhill'. Who wouldn't be?

Jings!!!