Castles and Tattoos

I’m quickly learning the double meaning of certain Scottish phrases, “session” being the dual terminology for watching live music while simultaneously consuming lots of drinks. Fortunately it’s a breezy morning which makes then climb up the Royal Mile all the more bearable, fulled by pancakes from the City Cafe (“diner by day, drinks by night”)…

Judge and Jury’s

“Ahh know you frem somewhere,” says Ken. It’s not exactly the kind of welcome I was expecting in Edinburgh. But Ken is convinced we’ve met before. It’s unlikely as we live in completely different cities and work in different trades. Yet somehow he recognises me in the cosy bar of the Jolly Judge, a hidden…