The Last Word....

.....Record Store Day saw St Stephen Street jumping all day (I passed twice in pursuit of my duties), and it was heaving with vinyl buyers and drinkers spilling on to the street in the warm(isn) sunshine. After a most excellent fish meal at Cafe Fish, Nancy and I joined Cat and a few mates for an evening of discourse. When this image was taken, the focus was on the textual word not the spoken, and everyone was still pretty sober. That changed later to me ranting like a lefty loony about Independence to Rodg, who as a political researcher has the facts at his fingertips, but that didn't deter me from an impassioned and largely fact free rant. Later, because some of us are New Scots, we sat about drinking whisky and eating cup cakes.