The Banchory Friday night pub regulars decided to travel in to Aberdeen for a change, originally hoping to catch up with a few of those playing at the Beach. We met up in Archibald Simpson's:
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| McWhinnie, Paterson, Kilgour, Gore, Hay, McRae, Stewart and Sharp |
It was noticeable that the 4 who had played football were all from the losing side - winners don't drink, I guess? Some of the clientele looked a bit dodgy and not the types I might have trusted with my camera, but Ryan spotted two young girls at a table and talked one of them in to doing the honours. She did a reasonable job with the team photo above, which is a lot more than can be said for Mr. Sharp, who wanted to get a snap of Ryan with the girl who had taken the photo, so he tried a couple of shots, but, for some reason, they all turned out rather blurry. Why was his hand shaking so much? This is by far the better of the two photos Ian took:
After a couple of beers there, including Andy buying us all a belated birthday drink, we moved on to the Prince of Wales and decided to eat there. Ryan declined any food, but he tucked in to his Red Stripe nonetheless:
Next stop was Ma Cameron's snug and then, before we knew it, it was time to catch our bus back to Banchory. Ian and John alighted at the east end of town, but the rest of us popped in to the Douglas, where we had arranged to meet up with Andy Marshall for a nightcap.
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