It could have been a better day

Last full day at The Sportsmans, which should have been a carefree experience, pleasant with a bit of a laugh - however that's was expecting just too much for Musselburgh.

Arrived and was about to park when my favourite Traffic warden appeared soI had to seek a space elsewhere.

Chick had already started on his breakfast, Bottle of Bud, which was followed by a tea break of 2+ vodka ; then a light refreshement - 2+ vodka; and for lunch another 2+ vodka ; this despite the fact that he had not had anything to eat - so he got a row , but that meant nothing.

Moving on, we then heard that last nights carry on in The Stand was not a case of fooling about, but a good going barny with gary the owner getting assaulted, yet again. However as we no , no police were called.

But we then hear that the pub was broken into during the nightand property stole - being rather dubious about the incident, BUT , it turns out there are two supects, one local and the other from further afield and the Police are hot on their trail.

The assault on Geirge robertson took place outside his house when he apparantly disturbed someone trying to break in - irreveland as he is seriously crippled and it should bnever have happened. BUT - George appeared at the pub for a pint, sporting some bruises and a black eye - he was eventually sent home (sober) to await the Police.

Next appears the Gypsy girls, along with nmother and they were trying to sell "gold" rings, being a pest and I am sure she was delighted to get her photo taken - probably not as much as Paul and harry , seen here with Jackie MacNamara.

I had a phone call from Paul a few days ago trying to trace Jackie on behalf of his friend Harry whose sister used to to stay next door to Jackie as children. So today they met in the Bar and had a chat about old times as they are over here on a visit from Burlington, Ontario.

Had a few bodies in to see whoi was taking oiver but as usual it was a case of " you must be giving it away to day", etc, looking for a free drink, and not even regulars.

One of the professional "bandit" players came in - these guys can read the sequences on the bandit and know when the jackpots are about to drop.

Anyway - as I said I was looking forward to a bit of a laugh , however, my bosom pal George, after his 10th pint or so started to be a pain in the bum - so that was that, I just packed up as soon as Kerrin came in and headed up the road.

I know that Keith reads this so please pass on my best to Jimmy and Brian and my apologies for baling out so quick.

Brian's daughter has asked for a couple of jokes :

1. What goes quack, quack, boom? A duck in a minefield.

2. What is black and white, has a beak, likes fish and is very noisy ? A penguin with a drum kit.

3. What did one eye say to the other eye? Between you and me something smells.