I refuse to join any club...

... that would have me as a member.

Another day on the building site, but an early finish so I could head off for the train into Edinburgh. The idea was to have a wander about catching a flavour of the festival and taking photos of the weird and wonderful sights of the Fringe. Instead I just went to the shops.

Blipmeet at Spoon later, with its usual mix of characters, chat and chips; this time with added moustaches and large veg. And as you can see, Groucho Marx popped in (with a Kitchener moustache on for some reason) to say hi.

So, a new club was hatched (84%, for the record), and I realised the benefit of meeting blippers in person - how else would I know that one blipper has hair softer than a kitten?

The boredom of the long long journey on the last train home was happily alleviated by some blip company, at least part of the way.