The Tears of a Clown

Now if there's a smile upon my face…

We Are Hibs

It’s a half after midnight, I return home. There’s a wee beetle scrambling across the floor in my bathroom, skittering about happily. It’s just me and the beetle – together.

I’m happy too. My beautiful Hibs have overcome their rivals today, strongly, assuredly and with a new vigour that we can hardly believe. We destroyed them, we own them…

So lad, I’m going to take you out into the garden and you can run around freely, pal. I sincerely hope you do. Tell your little beetle pals that the Hibees are back – with a vengence.

The only way is up.

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August 13, 2017 - Posted by | Ripping Yarns

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