Day 65 – Red, White and Blue and the Avon Ladies

Happy New Year to all.

Xmas & New Year holidays passed in a blur despite me & the Gaffer having two weeks off. We shuttled between The Mansions and Dunroamin. Uncle Tom & the team came up on New Year’s Day. We had some fun going over on the Easdale ferry (10ft long open boat) to see the Panto on January 2^nd.Had to hang about the Pub because the ferryman was at lunch – tough gig sampling the beer made next door in the Isle of Seil Brewery.

Red & White – Saturday was a busy old day. The Gaffer & Auntie Fi headed off to Gingers to get the hair fixed.Yer man made the Great Escape at 13.00hrs to the Imperial and then the West End to catch up with young Stew and the B’s.As we wondered by the Imperial Charlie warned us to avoid the bottom cross as the Fir Parkers were rioting and scaring all the unmarried mothers in the precinct. Reluctantly we headed up over Gartlea and missed all the fun. Reminded me of football in the 70’s – plenty of casuals battling at the football – happy days. I wouldn’t agree with the headline in the Sunday paper that AUFC were timid – shite would have been a better description. Why we waited till the 75th minute to get the subs on is beyond me – nice to see Johno, Marcus, Alice and Tommo joining in the songs. The day ended well with the OZ Going Back Party in the Hall. The aunties burst a gut with the grub. Big Paul and Colin did a sterling job DJ’ing for the punters – Scottie G better watch his back with Big P on his game. The night ended early for us with a Red Card for Auntie Fi after she got a bit tired & emotional with Father – time for sharp exit.

Blue – think Jason’s taken to his bed for the year with the departure of PLG and RFC getting humped out the Cup by the mighty Dunfermline. Having to go back to school/work on Black Monday the following day must mean that God is a Tim. Guess the Big L and Coby are keeping their heads below the duvet too. I don’t expect to hear about any gloating from your end.Watty & Coisty have just given up on the Tartan Army and returned to manage the Queen’s first eleven - so start getting worried. The Gaffer misheard the news and thought Tommy Burns was being offered the RFC job – wimmin + football = danger.

This week in Dunroamin a turf war has broken out between the two Avon ladies. Makes Grand Theft Auto look tame. The Gaffer buys her midgie cream from them. Not really midgie weather this week though – we’re enjoying 70 mph Atlantic gales with about a foot of rainfall everyday. Soaked through to my Lycra shorts every night – pictures to follow.

Gran Isa went up to Perth with Alice for the New Year. Took 45 minutes on the train to get to Perth – then a further 45 minutes to get to the Hotel because they took a wrong turn and walked all round the town and back again - the Hotel was about 500 yds from the Station. The Hotel organised a taxi to take them back – the boy didn’t get out of first gear and just rolled down the hill.

The Big Brother contestants enter The Mansions this weekend so watch out for the fireworks & evictions. Nice to hear that Grant is settling down in Stirrup Stane View – hope he pays a bit more attention to the Birds wardrobe though or he’ll be out on his arse before you can say Bob Sheruncle.

Must dash – off out to nail down the sheds, wheelie bin, fence and car before the next storm comes in.