Well I have just got home from another busy night caring for the mentally ill of Lancashire. I now cant believe that - as I would always have done before - I did not look to swopping my shift. I have evidently expressed my disinterest in this season as a whole, probably related to my work experience. But I was keeping an eye on the scores as I drove through the streets of Preston - and when I saw the final score that olde beautiful buzz restarted the footballing heartbeat. It felt like we had actually won the Scottish Cup again. I could only picture a full, rejoicing Away End and taught by Health Care Assistant the words of A Bridge and a Castle although she did not wish to join in the next couple of ditties. So bragging rights restored and for the time being at least - THE HIGHLANDS ARE OURS