This Flight Tonight

Look out the left, the Captain said, the lights down there, that's where we'll land. Who'd have thought those Scots rockers would have made such a decent fist of covering Joni Mitchell's song?

Lordy, yesterday is a bit lost, so it is. I'd had a wee view of some stuff at the City Art Centre and then met up with Endersin and Reidle for a nosh at the little Vietnamese place in Grove St. It's a BYOB, y'see. £1.50 a head no matter how many bottles you have. That's where the trouble started I guess. After that, every time I made to leave Thomson's Bar, Reidle called for waan for the road. This morning I had to use 'Find my iPhone' just to make sure it actually was somewhere in the house. Tsk.