I'm off to Edinburgh tomorrow! I know, you're terribly excited for me. I'm terribly excited for me too. According to Marie, they have a disco there where they serve the drinks in fishbowls and another pub called The Three Sisters where, if you do three of their shots you get a free t-shirt saying 'I drank the Three Sisters'. How cool is that? Then again, Marie is hardly reliable. This is the girl who finished school five years ago and is still in college, after all.
I will kill in Edinburgh, I can feel it. Metaphorically, I mean. I've been walking around perfecting my Scottish accent all week. Or should I say, mah Scottish accent. Oh. Accents don't carry through in text. Whateva'. And I have an Ian Rankin book picked out to walk around with. And if I remember my father's ramblings correctly the Aughneys have only been hard-drinking, farm-labouring Irish wastrels since the 1740s: before that we were Scotch wastrels.