Shortly after the last post, sometime in mid-December last year, a vast perma-frost took hold of the (usually)Sunny Southside and the blog…froze. Cyberspace gets cold too, apparently. And now, months later, as we gallop in to Spring 2010, it is time for thaw out and catch up. An unexpected impediment to all the bloggy-fun is the unfortunate employment of this little newshound. It seems gainful employment leaves little time for important things in life, and is best avoided if at all possible.If anyone wishes to make this possible for me, with a considerable donation to the Blog as Full-time Employment fund (not a registered charity, no ID badges, no charity number, no guarantees) feel free to get in touch.
After Garnock came Ardrossan, the only team to have beaten Hills in the first round of fixtures. The gloom of Ardrossan came to the fortress and overshadowed what was a fairly uninspiring game, and has been rightfully scratched from my usually razor-sharp rugby memory…the first half was fairly horrendous, a stern talking to from a rage-filled Keith saw the boys lift the standard and close the game out to win 27-6. Chosen one went to D’Armstrong who looked lively but lacked the spark around him to make anything of his efforts. Ladies choice, after considerable deliberation and discussion(involving men, which may well be outwith the rules of the award…) ranged from Gus to Angels to D’Armstrong, and evetually settled on a team award for lifting the game from dire to mediocre, with a special mention to Keith for whatever he said at half-time that brought this change of pace. All round, nothing to write home about.
To round off the year was the Hills inaugural Farmer subcrawl brought to you by the not entirely present farmer types from Dumfries. Snow and ice saw the game at Cartha called off and a bit of Christmas fun training at Scotstoun instead. Coach Keith’s face fell as he made the oldies v youngies teams, over 30s v under 30s…there he and marty stood, the cut off got younger, add a fisken and a Gaffer…and younger still, Stu Ross…and again…eventually the teams had evened up, with the cut-off at about 16 and a half, youthful as the Hills squad are. Competitive coach found himself in with a band of forwards on the wrong side of a drubbing from the kids. Less than impressed was the expression for the day…but fun was had by all, and off the trooped to the fortress for an afternoon of Edinburgh v Bath folowed by a night of subway surfing in finest countryside garb…
Stories of the night to follow. Bed calls, again the gainful employment is entirely to blame. A rundown of things to come in the not too distant but undefined future…
- Farmyard tales
- The sweat fest that was winter training
- The big trip to Dundee, many stories, minimal rugby
- Newshound and little pup hit the capital, eventually, after a few wrong turns..
- Back up to Howe for a top table encounter
Exciting times ahead, with chosen ones, ladies choices and drama aplenty, don’t miss out, all written up soon…ish….as possible…no promises…
