By Paul McCabe
The weekend past resulted mostly in a string of cancelled events for me.
Firstly, on Saturday, the Cowdenbeath-Hearts match for which I had a ticket (in the away end of course) was called off and resheduled meaning I also had to sadly miss out on a pre-match beer with Gazette reporter Neil Henderson, the planet’s only Mancunian Cowdenbeath and Man Utd supporter.
On Sunday we had planned, much to my displeasure to go to the pool, but that was called off due to a collective family bout of colds and sniffles. We briefly considered heading down to the prom for the opening but decided it was too windy. Yes, I should have been more supportive but as Mariah Carey doesn’t do stairs, I don’t do wind.
The cinema was decided on being our next port of call but the kids’ movie of choice, the probable cinematic masterwork ‘Nativity 3 - Dude, Where’s My Donkey?’ has already been and gone and deciding on another one was looking like ending in a WWIII argument so finally we jumped into the car and headed over to Edinburgh to take in all the capital’s festive activity.
Our first port of call was to go and look at Jenners’ tree which for me as a kid WAS Christmas so it was a bit of a disappointment when faced with this year’s peely wally effort which frankly looks dead already.
Our annual failure to get into The Dome on George Street was consistent at least but minor setbacks aside the rest of the trip proved perfectly pleasant, and amazingly we managed to get into one of the Italian restaurants on Hanover Street without having to resort to bribery or extreme violence.