Pub Time

I made it out of the house. Hoorah!

I met up with a bunch of old chums from school for the annual Christmas drinkie-poo in the Jolly Judge, just off the Royal Mile. This is a very nice little pub with a real fire and no music. It's usually a nice, quiet place for a drink with good company. However, we took over a corner of the place and were quite raucous at points. As one of the gifts a member of my family gave me for Christmas was a stinking cold I wasn't on the sauce, though I did indulge in a medicinal hot port. Purely for health reasons!