22 November 2011
0047 (12:27 AM) British Standard Time (BST)
...Sorry no poodles or salami (if anyone gets that vague reference...there has got to be some sort of prize) just a man (Yours Truly) and his 6 month pregnant Missus. We've been having a grand ol' time on our Tour of the UK. presently we are up in Scotland, my first visit (cos monkey'n around on Hadrian's Wall hasn't mattered in that way in centuries) to the other Northern Country that makes up the mix that is me.
In Edinburgh at the moment (and just as a travel tip, right now there is a mess of street closures and divergences all over this bloody place) and so far its been nice. Like any capitol ('cept places like Sacramento) it is very touristy. So there is all the hustle and bustle and the foreign speak in the Winter air. Don't let anyone tell you folks up here aint nice and friendly though, cos that'd be shite.
Hence the title of this post...
After what I will only call too long driving 'round in circles and squares (not to mention the other geometric shapes that I can't spell and wouldn't know how many angles half {optimist} of them really were) {oh shit I've Lost the Plot...I've now read and re-read the above passage too many times for it still not to make sense. But in my own defense I did really just get up to have a piss...})...we finally got lost enough to end up just where we needed to be. In this city of churches and church-like buildings I'll have to thank St. Christopher (and St. Andrew) for that bit o luck.
Next thing I know I'm packing the bags up the spiral stairs, pictures to come later. Cos regardless of all the other shite, this place is still dead cool and I really am glad were staying a couple nights here. Just like I told the Missus though, "You really want to be done for the night when you come up here."
Then we find parking under the shadow (if'd it'd been daylight) of the castle we find a car park, and start off fer the nearest pub. While the Missus was indisposed, a man in a Scots hat and wool sweater (think Scotland and you see this guy...I didn't say Scotty (he was from Canada anyway) strikes up a conversation with me, I know me the "People Person" Some of it was just the normal stuff, but somewhere along the line I think we sorted it out that we were a little bit the same. Next thing I know he say, "So yer a bit o' a Rock'n'Roller, and a writer too I bet." All I can say is that I'd like to think so.
So on we were to talk about Life and rebellion and all the big questions. We didn't solve any of the world's problems, but it is nice to know that there are other like minded folks out in the world.
So cheers Gordon and thanks, I actually do feel welcome in Scotland now.
And cheers to the rest, I've sleep to get.
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