Liquid

Lots of the wet stuff had filled up the Forth to bursting point overnight and had everyone reaching for the cameras to capture it. It was beginning to look like the end of the world for this little corner was going to come in the form of a mighty flood.

As the world didn't end we packed up for the holidays and headed out for our Christmas lunch. Fine it was too, as was the follow up booze up. It wasn't the weather for a pub crawl so we crammed into a pub that had some decent beer on tap, served by some of the grumpiest and devoid of Christmas cheer bar staff ever. So we stayed longer to piss them off even more and struck up an impromptu banjo and guitar jam session that probably tipped them right over the edge.

It all got a bit fuzzy after that...