Edinburgh 39-6 Glasgow

The festive period in the Hope household was a quiet, relaxed one this year. One notable reason for this was the absence of Brian round the Christmas dinner table - he's currently serving in Iraq. This aside, Christmas is generally low key with the day consisting of slobbing and eating - this year was no exception.

Following Christmas day, Box day was positively energetic as we hit the sales in Tillicoultry. While the sales seemed to be very competitive, it was disheartening to see so many of the outlets were 'closing down' sales rather than just seasonal ones. Once we found our way home, with the help of mum and dad's new toy Gertrude (their SatNav), or rather hindrance thereof, we quickly grabbed a bite to eat and readied ourselves for the age-old grudge match between Edinburgh and Glasgow at Murrayfield.

I met mum and dad in our usual seats close to where the Edinburgh subs sit. Oddly however, I had to straddle across a Glaswegian couple sitting beside them before I took my seat. Ordinarily I'm happy for the odd interloper to sit in the season ticket seats. The fact is that the security is so relaxed that it's easy for away support to err into the home support seats. Tonight though, the security men were a bit more lively, asking to see my season ticket before letting me into the stadium. Therefore, finding two Weegies alongside my parents was somewhat baffling. What added to my dismay at this aged couple sitting beside me, and to be honest, what almost ended up in me releasing my bitten tongue, was the fact that they had clearly not made the trip east to have a good time! Mrs Weegie's banter was appalling. It's all very well for a Weegie supporter to turn against the Edinburgh team and support, but when she began booing some of her own team (namely Colin Gregor and Johnny Beattie) I predicted the first half would be hard work!

Nothing pleased her. The limited edition Edinburgh shirts offended her as she commented 'did someone design that as a dare?'. Simon Webster was an 'eejit', Phil Godman was an 'idiot', and when confronted by a 'Gunners' chant by the Edinburgh supporters she gasped 'what on earth are they chanting?!' - has she never been to a derby match before?!!! It didn't stop there. She couldn't understand the east-side MC and so took to telling him to 'put a sock in it'. It was utterly exhausting. The funniest bit came when at halftime a man behind her stood up and accidently velcroed her hair to his jacket. Considering it was ACCIDENTAL she went ape! Needless to say, at halftime when dad went to the loo, I quickly relocated to his seat, letting him return to sit beside her!

Ultimately, the full-time score brought a great deal of satisfaction, having sat beside such an unbearable woman: Edinburgh 39-6 Glasgow and a bonus point for 4 tries! I'll be looking out for her next week a Firrhill.