Minnie’s Musings

Apparently. As some Scottish bloke lobbed the Danish goal keeper securing a spot in the World Cup for our kilted cousins. Yay!

The British Geological Survey has announced that the celebrations rocked the ground to the extent that a very small earthquake ensued. Heaven knows what seismic event would ensue were they to get beyond the first round.

Because we regard winning a World Cup as a right that we have long been deprived of, would we – down South – greet such an achievement with such earth shattering ecstasy. Hmmmm…

Scotland has not got itself into the World Cup finals since Blue Peter ran a competition to design a mascot badge thing several decades ago. I think I might have entered. Along with thousands of other children who diligently coloured in their pictures of Nessie inevitably adorned with a tartan tamershanto (?!). I didn’t win. I am still bitter. I think.

Anyway, we shall look forward to the invasion of the Tartan Army across The Pond who will no doubt drink several bars dry and sing Flower of Scotland into the wee small hours. As long as they don’t beat us and deprive God’s own country of our God given right to win the bl*%dy thing. Where are the women when you need them…?