Kirkgate, Currie

We trawled the streets of Newcastle; we found the expected Figs but no Cigs. 

So as I checked my e mails on my return, I was delighted that in among the utility company guff, the Gap offers and the viagra adverts that Ambioran had not been idle. A tip off that previously unsullied Currie had a Cigs on the roster alongside accountants, golden retrievers and the highest average council tax banding in Edinburgh. 

It were cold, too. The warmth of spring was on hold as the cold winds whipped across the lower reaches of the Pentlands and so we set about following our lead. In seconds the well drilled unit that is the Ciglettes had hunted out the Cigs - silver pen on a brown lamp post (there is another on the other side of the lamp post for another day). Undated. But we had a prowl round and there is one by Deli on a concrete wall a hundred yards or so away in the same pen dated 2014. 

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