EP knows best...

Playlist
Cloudland Blue Quartet – Soundingfall
Various – Strange Soul
Various- Strange Folk
Various – Strange Jazz
Various – Strange Country
Various – Strange Hip Hop
Kiss – Kiss Gold
Eels – Meet the Eels

Up early with a busy day ahead...

First off, ripping all the CDs bought yesterday and giving them a listen...

Then, working on the new CBQ piece e-mailed to me by Craig Sutherland...

Managed a melody line before having to get ready for a trip to Murrayfield re today’s rugby, Scotland v Ireland...

Meanwhile Anne was off to fife to meet up with some workmates to watch the Hibs v Hearts derby on TV – and she was also tasked with cooking a big curry for sustenance...

I was off out with colleague Michelle and we arrived at the stadium around two for the first of (probably too) many free drinks...



I’ve not drunk whisky since the late 70’s but enjoyed two tall glasses of The Famous grouse with Ginger Beer – probably sacrilege to real whisky drinkers but the only way it’s palatable to me it would seem...

Then a three course meal and “entertainment” from some rugby people – a lady who apparently covers it for the BBC and an unfeasibly tall ex-player, “Doddie” Weir...

The red wine was flowing during the meal and at 4:40 we made our way to our seats in time for kick off...



The game was actually quite good – exciting and entertaining and Scotland didn’t really get the thumping everyone was expecting...

However, by the end of the evening, Scotland, Hearts and Queen of the South were all languishing in the hall of defeat...

I wasn’t that worried though as more red wine was available along with a G&T and an unsolicited pint of lager had been consumed during the second half...

The consensus at our table was that I ought to replace Frank Hadden as Scottish coach so that I could use the secret weapon that rugby seems to have forgotten – the drop-kick specialist...

Why insist on battling away to no effect trying to score a try and conversion for seven points you’re probably never going to get, when all you really need is an expert kicker who hangs back a bit, gets the ball at every opportune moment and just pops it over the bar for three points on the board?

Simple...

A lift home from Michelle’s boyfriend Billy saw me languishing on the settee in my suit rather the worse for wear but, somehow, enjoying some Kiss and Eels videos when Anne arrived back...

I insisted I wasn’t drunk but I think the Exec Producer knew better...

Highlight of the Day : The rugby event...