Saturday, January 17, 2004

I got the fixture list wrong. Which means me and thewife are going to Troon and possibly Ayr on a mission, so I wasn't at the football and any result bar a defeat is bound to have me cast in the role of jinx. It's like lucky pants, nothing bar a Grobellar style bung is going to have influence on the result but anxious people grasp at any ridiculous notion, that is why we have religion. So there we are a draw which is the best home result for a wee while and its my fault cos I'm miles away and me and thewife are on a meat mission. She knows of a butcher by the name of Duncan's in Troon and that's where we are heading. Sausages and proper black pudding and I'll let you know tomorrow just how good. Of course while cavorting the streets of Troon we came across a branch of Shorts the Baker, from Irvine and I had an onion pie, that's a Scotch Pie with onion for the uninitiated and it was extremely tasty and had less grease (gravy as the baker claims) than I remember.

We came across an Oxfam and being Troon, where the good and wealthy burghers pass on their stuff to charities, we came away with a handful of books to fuel another of my new year resolutions, to read more.

Then, having decided we would have a chilli night in (with mince) it was a trip to 3 different supermarkets to try to get a Marguerite mix for Tequila. Could find it nowhere so we settled on some lime cordial, Cointreau, limes and Tequila and I dare say we may sing before the night is over.

I also found a supply of Anchor Liberty Ale and Sierra Nevada so we are pretty much sorted.
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