It was supposed to be the last vestiges of winter but quite frankly it felt like a typically freezing early January day. The clouds were low and gloomy, a bit like Warwick Davies crossing India with Karl Pilkington. The cold bit through you like Luis Suarez. Yet again, another day for the die-hards and the loons.
I was definitely in the latter. I couldn't care less who won at Burroughs Park. It was cheaper than faltering Southend United's Roots Hall thriller with Rotherham. This was simply an afternoon at the match. Which is better than the lunchtime offering Hearts served up. The weather seemed to dovetail nicely with the mood at Tynecastle, the Jambos stuggling in the bottom three of the SPL and perilously close to extinction.