It’s well past two in the morning, and I’ve just watched Andy Murray win the US Open tennis championship, and enjoyed it tremendously. A fine topping to a terrific evening. Just what the doctor ordered. It’s amazing what a few beers in a new place, with some new folk, followed by the success of a fellow Scot, can do for ones mood.
I was roped in this evening to fill in for a missing player in a local pub darts team. Darts is not completely alien to me, as there is dartboard at home, and I was a member of a team when I lived in Rothesay that won the New Year’s Shield, some 10 years or so. The match tonight was in a pub called the Revenue, and we lost, with me winning one game and losing another. They were a great bunch of lads, and I had a highly enjoyable evening. Following that, we retired to the Fortescue, where I shared a drink with another delightful group, including some lovely ladies, and even a particularly lovely lady. She even touched my arm, by jings! And if that wasn’t nice, I don’t know what is….
And from there it was home to watch the final set and a half of the tennis, via an excellent free live stream a friend had pointed me to, while playing Romanza on my guitar, slightly intoxicated. At 4-2 I knew Andy had won it. It was great to see a Scottish success story, to alleviate the gloom from Saturday’s Serbian debacle. And I’m claiming Andy as Scottish, not British, ye ken? 😉
Well done, Andy. Fred who?
