I will be hillwalking in the Campsies, avoiding all public places and licensed premises, mentally preparing myself for the weekend's big event, the South Challenge Cup final at Broadwood next day.
I will try to avoid my neighbours on either side (SELLICK!) and two doors up and across the road (RANJURS!) before and after the Bigotry Derby. None of them, by the way, ever go to games, any games. If I bump into any of them beforeheand the conversation will run something like this;
'Ye watchin the game the morra?'
'What game's that?'
'The cup final! We're playin Sellick/Ranjurs!'
'Och, naw. I'm no interested in that.'
neighbour assumes bemused, slack-jawed expression