I'm away on a course in Edinburgh all week - at Melville Street not far from Haymarket. The place is full of pretentious ****ers, I'm betting one of them is ST
If I hear someone mumbling ****e like "Ilka doorstep has its ain slippery stane" I'll know it's you Muir. I'll be walking along Princes Street this afternoon. I'll be wearing a cravat. Do say hello.
Everyone's walking about in a suit and carrying a briefcase and there's me cuttin' about with my bright blue gazelles on and eating a baguette from Greggs. Classy.
Why a Fifer is actually in Embra http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/s...estival-goers-warned-vigilant-against-2135277