Yesterday, at about 2:15 p.m. when I got on the 44 bus in Princes Street, I went upstairs and took seat in front of what appeared to be a father and son. I had my earphones in, listening to Radio Scotland and the pre-match news. When I heard that Bjorn had finally signed and was on the bench, I took an earplug out, swivled round and shared the news with the man (who was in his 50s and the boy who was about ten). The "father" engaged in some more Hearts chat and the wee boy chipped in with a cou