Arriving after K.O!

After a very neat regulation haircut, and a coffee to revive myself, it was along to Shandonner's attractive gaff for a blether and the briefest of swallies before I had to leg it down to Tynecastle. And once again, and tiresomely, the famous Hertz had to play Livingston. Each game now seems to be so much more difficult. A narrow 1-0 win sees us an unbelievable twenty points clear of the second placed team, and yet the play was nervous and unconvincing. By the time I left the ground I could have done with a serious back massage to relieve the tension. But as the prospect of that seemed a bit unlikely, there was only one thing for it. The famous old digdogs neck lubricant oil.