After a flush I was ready to go. Not quite ready to go on the whirly gig but I was ready to venture through the tack of the Christmas market. I stared at the £7 for a pint of mines and gunn a touch too long. I knew it was too long as I was asked if I'd like a pint. Yes, several but not at the price your quoting was internal dialogue.
I walked down to the low level which was less busy and allowed me to enjoy the ambience from a safe distance. Unlike the beached whale impersonation that masks the fact I've lost so much weight. It's not a good look but I promised myself I'd include warts and all embarrassing photos. This one is bad but at least I've not got vertigo.
The big wheel definitely brings that on. I was early so popped into Avalanche in the Waverley market to buy a Deadbeat t- shirt. Still the only retailer stocking them.
Simon and I met Rich off the train and wandered down to the cask in Broughton. A Guinness awaited me along with some water before we headed to the Baillie. They regaled me with stories to match their pictures from the Camino Norte and I'm well up for a visit next year all being well.
Nothing like an early night and at 5pm it seems appropriate that I should warm up for Scotland's winner take all game in Warsaw.
It's more like loser loses everything but it's not got the same ring.
Thankfully we won for a change in the last minute and our 1973 (the last time I had a 34" waist) sibling selves did headstands to celebrate.
Let hope Hibs can start doing likewise and start scoring with the last kick of the ball. Here I am doing my finest Alex Cropley impersonation.
I loved a selfie back in the 70's, who didn't 😘
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