I-ee! Still feeling a bit ropey from the weekend's festivities in Edinburgh. Time for a quick rundown, I believe. Feel free to skip over if you have no interest in the minutiae of my life.
Up early doors on Friday morning in order that myself and queenmartina
could get the plane from the newly rebranded George Best airport. Usual delays applied. Got into Edinburgh about one-ish, checked into the old hostel and swung round to get weekend wristbands from ishkhara
. After a bit of grub and a few bottles of the reasonably nice Victoria Bitter we headed off to the Teviot building to hear a number of bands making noise. Best of the bunch were an odd outfit named Trauma Pet
who, despite the awful name and weird hair, had a few decent trad goth numbers up their sleeves. A fire alarm briefly interrupted proceedings. Knocked about with old (in the sense of long-established) cohorts pinkiemcpinkie
for a spell, before succumbing to exhaustion and skipping off.
Saturday began, rather bizarrely, with an Orange Order parade passing outside the hostel. It's somewhat odd when a little bit of home invades another setting, although unlike the Belfast versions this one was made up of a handful of die-hards, rather than hundreds. I gave into hangover temptation and converted to reading the Scottish Sun, an odd little paper that says very little in a lot of pages. Saturday night itself was a haze of Tennents lager, which was later supplanted by the girliness of Orange Vodka Kick. Good time all round, although I don't recall too much, apart from constantly having to leave the building to get a feg. The annoyance of this is compounded by the apparently strict enforcement of litter laws, meaning that one has to find a bin for all of one's dog-ends or else floor them in as furtive a manner as possible. The fact that there is a distinct lack of public bins is a pisser and I've heard they'll fine you as quick as a flash for dumping them. No doubt to pay for all those bloody plastic cows littering the place up.
By Sunday I was something of a wreck, being largely unused to consecutive nights on the bevvy, but I still managed to drag myself out and back on the swall to gone 3 in the morning. Up at an ungodly hour on Monday morning to check, we were then dumped into a communal room to wait until a more suitable leaving time. In an oddly surreal moment the South Park film
was shown from about half ten onwards, a film that was just beyond weird after zero hours of sleep. The remainder of the waiting around time was taken up watching the woeful Meteor
, a painful big budget disaster movie starring local boy Sean Connery. Another that was made even funnier by the lack of sleep. Following that it was off to the airport to get the plane home which was, in a possible first, on time.
In all, good fun all round. It was good to catch up with a lot of you. There are photos of me doing the rounds which I may or not share depending on how ghastly they look. Well, off I go. I'll probably need to do some work and will always need to peruse the Wikipedia articles for deletion in case one of my more esoteric contributions has come under attack. Enjoy the rest of the day!