Lost In Edinburgh.

So I toddled into Edinburgh on the 31st to spend New Year with my good friend; Mr. Campbell. I met him in an underpass that smelled like a mixture of wee and fart and headed back to his place for some food and drink. At about half nine we set off for his friends house (I can’t remember their names now, I remember one person was called Charlie) which took us about twenty minutes.

A good time was had by all. Stuart had a bottle of Japanese whiskey, I had a go on Guitar Hero’s drum kit (I was bloody awful, despite the fact what I had to play was so simple) and we greeted the bells in style. I also had a several deep theological chats with a fellow smoker about various beliefs.

The real problem came when we came to leave. It’s important to understand that I am a responsible drinker; I know when I’ve had enough. Stuart - on the other hand - doesn’t know when he’s had enough. So we ended up wandering around Edinburgh for an hour and three-quarters as Stuart was too drunk to get us back to his place and I don’t know Edinburgh at all.

In the morning I decided to get lost in Edinburgh again trying to find the place where I was meeting my Dad. When I did I went back home, had a shower and went to my Aunt’s in Dunblane.

So that was my night/day. There is much more to it, but not stuff I want to write about here, my Gran occasionally reads this.

I did promise photos, but I forgot my camera. I took several videos on my phone which will probably never see the light of day.