Friday

An early start at JB's then a sit round and a bacon butty from the shop downstairs. I go and take a walk round colinton then the rain starts. So I beat a hasty retreat via the bank of scotland. We go back to jb's gaff and leave about 2pm. Thanks to her for a good couple of days. Unsure about what to do before meeting Fi. I prevail and we head towards the forth rail bridge. We snake through traffic and find a village called south queensferry we find a car park at a place called the binks. Which was a natural jetty where queen margaret provided a ferry for pilgrims. The binks is smack between the forth rail and road bridges. Damn fine examples of emgineerinig the both are too. We then stroll along the front through the harbour and into the town. In the search for food we pass a pub then find a nice looking gaff called the orocco pier. Jean thinks the guy in highland dress is a waiter, turns out he is a guest at the wedding which is going down there. The restaurant is cool an excellent noiuvelle fusoion sorta of menu. We opt for garlic mushrooms with onion bread, tomato soup, chips (best in the world) beef tortila wrap. And salmon fishcakes. It was brilliant and a snip a 25 squid inc drinks. A walk into the village then back to the car. Along the M9/M8 to hartshi services to meet fi. Arrive at 3.45 and jump over the carriageway to the costa coffee. Hartshill services aint brill and made less so with my fruitsome wind. Meet fi and then a crawl through foul weather on the M8 to glasgow. Arrive at linwood and surprised to see that fi and auds have swapped houses. Actually I had it wrong. Fi lives in the 11th floor flat and chris auds live in the first floor gaff with eddie the rabbit. A shower then its off to the bobbin mill. A two for one place with a wacky warehouse, broken toilet, closed beer garden and poor service. Fish and chips for me, note big portions and cheap food. Surprised to see that the vinegar on the table is white - the scots don't think this strange but I do, very. Then its back to auds house for a night of chatter and debauchery. Chris is the first casualty followed by jean. Me next, I am afraid, before the dancing starts ally remains painfuy sober and enjoys the pleasure in the teing us how bad we were the next day. And so to bed.

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