Off to Embra! I’m incredibly excited. And then I see how bald the left tyre on the left landing gear is, and I am suddenly less excited. I take a quick photo in the hope that my phone survives the crash and my widow can sue Ryanair for an indecent amount.
I’m in Edinburgh! I am very excited once again!
I am less excited. After 25 minutes of this near-hypnotic spectacle, I have almost lost the will to live.
Yes, I am definitely in the Scottish capital. Jeez, I am excited!
When in Rome…
Narrow table and big thirsts
Insto bursting with enthusiasm for the “I-blip-you-you-blip-me” session. He is praying that someone will put the shaggin cameras away and get their round in.
Phwoar! Look at the arse on that dog! M. actually had the reflex to capture the beautiful moment. Her shot is called Dog’s Arse with Pints. It will be in the 2019 edition of the RSA exhibition. You mark my word.
Will is unusually merry. I must try the Cabernet Gaviscon cocktail, it seems to lift the spirits.
“Hey folks, you’ll never guess where we are!”
The Teviot. A bad bad bad place, full of bad bad bad memories.
Anyone for a game of Spot the Minaret?
Ha, Mr Smith! Eat your heart out. It’s not just a gig for oldies, there are some trendy young dudes in attendance too.
“When I point the microphone this way, you do the singing, ok?”
“Oops, shite, here comes a high note, I’ll tactically pull the microphone away a wee bit, no-one will notice that I can’t hit it. The high note”
Before and after
Edin nose bag
Tactical pit stop. I just want to make sure that the young ones in the dorm in the Kickass get the full mememe2u experience
Meh Pizzas. They are… well… meh.
Take the bus. Or else…
Jack Nes wishing you all night night from the pod. The young ones are definitely going to get the full Guinness farts-kebab burbs package. Combined with the snoring, it is character forming. What doesn’t kill them makes them stronger! (Their parents will thank me one day)
Victory! I did not pee in my pod
Photoshopped sky. Took me ages…
Lanterne Rouge. I suspect they were discussing cycling matters. Just a wild guess.
The Smithzer. He with the silky pug and shiny socks.
The picturesque Waterside (when devoid of pissed middle-age muppets acting the bollixes outside)
The obligatory swan shot
The obligatory swan shot. With obligatory shallow dof.
The Moderation is strong with that one.
The reinforcements have arrived!
The reason why you should never leave your camera unattended when you go to the jacks…
First game of Poke the Mobility Scooter.
“These pints are so small, I reckon we could have six each.”
“Two more, garcon!”
Drinking in the sunset scenery
My room for the night. It will look complete once the wild boar’s head is in position on the wall, above the telly
In my next life, I want to come back as a whippet.
But knowing my luck I might come back as a pug…
The art critic
Checking his bank balance
“Don’t move! The light is just right.” And it was too!
The picture of guilt!
“You ain’t seen me, roight?”
Symphony of stripes.
Upside down black Cornetto
Whatever happened to the Buckfast tradition?
Edinburgh circa 1902. Or was it yesterday?
“The new Spoon in town! It’s got a posh extension at the back”
Erected. Snarf, snarf.
The Hoose with the Golden Door
Moderatly moderate in my moderation there (thanks Red)
Scottish pragmatism… when the defibrillator has been nicked.
Jason’s Liquid Gold Mistake Factory
Time for the last pit stop
Blue-blazing a trail of glory
The end is nigh
Going… going… gone!