I was babysitting. Went to my lasses brother's house (he was babysitting too). My lass said not to go, and if i did not to drink. Oops. Only had a few cans like, easily able to look after the bairn (it was his first derby) but aye, her mam finished work and popped in right as the goal went in. Sensible dad was in the process of sliding to his knees to kiss the tele whilst swinging his tshirt above his head, the bairn (9 months) was a bit scared but im so proud his first derby was a win, he'll ask me one day and i'll be able to say "aye son, we fucked 'em at st james'", priceless