Despondent

We've been talking all day. Some of us walked from Castle Terrace to Newington to Leith Walk. We've stuffed ourselves at Kushis.

Now we're at the whisky society. Up two floors of narrow, windy stairs only to be told to go back down. Apparently whisky is on its way, but Matt is in the middle of the tasting circle with nothing to dispense. When it came (a Bowmore and a Speyside) it was accompanied by a garrulous Canadian who told us more than we strictly wanted to hear.

A final pint in Whistle Binkies before bed.