Robbed and, mostly, tasteless...

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Up at 6 and trying not to think about the big game today - Hearts, top of the league since last September, within one game of being crowned champions and breaking over 40 years of domination by Celtic and Scotland's Newest Club and the now dead and defunct Glasgow Rangers (who had not one honour rescinded by the authorities, despite the discovery that the club had systematically cheated over a period of 10 years)...

The fixtures had been arranged so that Hearts would play this final game of the season against Celtic in Glasgow, allowed just 750 supporters in a crowd of 60,000...

Hey, Scottish football...

Anyway...

This morning I "tidied" and dusted the shelf and speaker tops at the laptop station...

The beast was about its business...

Egg based breakfast...

It was the weekend...

CD Box 135 awaited...

Lee Morgan to David Murray...

Chose this...

Originally entitled "Lee Morgan", it was recorded just before he was shot dead by his girlfriend...

Rumour has it it was to be shelved but it was then released a couple of months after his untimely death...

Very good indeed...

I was working away on "stuff"...

Anne decided to pull up the stair carpet...

...which had served us well for almost 20 years...

I liked it - there as nothing wrong with it but, hey ho...

Lee Morgan soundtracked the pulling up...

Anne was eschewing monitoring the game - a 12:30 kick off...

She was off to pickleball around the half time point and I headed down the hill for a bus into town...

The beast bought a new jacket...

Bouncer at a club...

At 2:30, I finally checked the score...

Hearts went 1 up in 43, Celtic got a penalty in the 4th minute of 1st half injury time...

But a draw would see Hearts win the league...

With 3 minutes to go of the 90, an offside goal was awarded to Celtic...

All over...

In 98 (yep the obligatory huge level of injury time awarded in a Celtic game), with Hearts' goalie up for a cross from a free kick - a last ditch chance to pull things back again, the ball went in, came out went in again but hit a Celtic player and ricocheted in the direction of Hearts goal...

Three Celtic players ran up the pitch to the unguarded goal to make it 3-1...

Then, for the second match in a row, Celtic fans invaded the pitch...

The game did not restart - and so, technically, was abandoned...

The rules say that in such circumstances, if the team whose fans invade are winning, they forfeit the match 3-0...

But, hey, this is Scottish Football...

Hearts players were assaulted on the pitch and had to leave the ground still in their kit...

And Celtic were awarded the league title...

FFS...

This is Scottish Football...

Home, dejected...

I tidied out my wardrobe but seemed to manage to dump very little...

Anne arrived home...

An air of disappointment took hold...

But, we rallied for a chicken based tea....

...and Fang popped by to cheer us up...

And then, at 8, Eurovision...

Got off to a poor start...

...but picked up...

Soon we were hurtling towards the end of the songs...

Meanwhile, in the Mediterranean...

Gary...

...Colin and the cruise lady were enjoying the spectacle too...

...and comments were shared over WhatsApp...

My final scores indicated a win for Norway, with Austria second and Sweden third. The UK with a creditable 7th place...

In reality though, the cloth eared jurors around Europe and the public at large, disagreed....

 The UK came last with just 1 point.  Austria scored 6, I think...

And "Bangaranga", by Bulgaria, won it in the end - thankfully knocking Israel into a distant 2nd place, when it looked like there was a chance the genocidists might actually win a song competition to which they should never have been admitted...

So, you know, it's all good...

To bed around 1am post all the voting and brou-ha-ha...

Hearts robbed, Eurovision mostly tasteless and a new Jacket...

That's a Saturday in May....

Highlight of the Day: Eurovision...

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