On a recent trip to Dumfries and the Burns sites, I decided to trek across town from the great man's house to Palmerston, the home of the mighty Queen of the South. By the time I got to the stadium, I was soaked to the bone and utterly frozen. I entered the club shop to buy a pennant for my collection and was soon whisked off to the backroom for a hot drink and a sit down next to the radiator; the assistant was flabbergasted that I had actually taken the time to visit the ground. Once I had dried off and eaten a few biscuits, he arranged for the club's groundsman to drive me back to the town, saving me from another drenching.
Tomorrow, I may just tell you about my trip to Annan Athletic...
The Scots are a much maligned people, but I have always loved the country and its way of life. The manner in which Glaswegians have rallied round and helped each other during this tragedy is a mark of how compassion is still very much alive in this day and age.