Grange Hill er I mean Duddingston Road

And so there we were, peacefully stuffing ourselves with mince pies (me and the Ciglettes - OK; they may have been stuffing themselves with Quality Street) when Facebook went ping!

And there it was. Hot off the press. A Cigspotter and occasional grafitti-ist (Anth) reporting a sighting in deepest EH15. As darkness was setting in, we decided to get an early night in anticipation of an early morning foray. 

And so it was we pulled the tarpaulin off the Cigsmobile, and set off in search of Cigs. 

Breezy and bright In Porty (and that was just the boys). We set about recording the three separate tags that Cigs, Keft and NKOTB Loud have emblazened their monikers across the 60's comprehensive. In the same way Virgin have somehow managed to get advertising on the wiggly bridge at Leith Street, Cigs budget is obviously more modest and the old Porty High School is more within his means. 

'Cigs Merry Christmas Ho Ho Ho Cigs Loud Keft' it reads. It's not the Queen's Speech but as Christmas messages go, it made my day. 

(The repeat is available on the iplayer)