Eleven: eleven

On the Firhill field of dreams tonight, swaddled in the green and white. Should be good.

The first of how many

First iRiver moment yesterday. Leaving the Chinese takeaway, beef chow mein in hand, and what comes on? Why, "Werewolves of London" of course.

Spooky stuff. The chow mein was alright; the hot and sour soup to die for.