The Granite City

I am squeezing 50 hours work into four days this week in order to take Friday off for a rare weekend break with Mrs Peeps. Courtesy of a generous Mother-in-Law we are escaping the kids and spending some quality time with my mates in Aberdeen.


We are flying up tomorrow for the 50th birthday of the Dons number one fan. Party night at The Northern Golf Club that fringes Pittodrie on Friday and then Saturday afternoon watching the Dandies entertain Dunfermline. I am disappointed to report that I have been told to ensure I bring a shirt and tie which means hospitality. Impolite to grumble, so I will comply and try to enjoy it as much as if I were in jeans in the Dick Donald Stand with the cognoscenti.


A mate who lives in Norway is also over for the match and Saturday night doubles as head-wetting for his newborn girl. The always exciting Union Street beckons later on. I need an early night this evening in preparation.


I will be reliant upon my mobile phone for updates from Exeter as we seek out another three notches on our belt.