Dark Knights

This is Royal Week, where The Firm descend on Scotland in a blizzard of shortbread dust and bagpipe gas.

A chance to buttonhole the Royals over a cup of tea and pass on money saving household tips and gawp at seconded cops from The Met with their funny pointed helmets.

The reality is of course the usual parade of wealth and privilege.

Tartan Toadies with a couple of postmistresses to even things out because hey, we're all in this together...right?

Had a busy day with jobs in the Royal Mile and was hoping to spend a penny at Holyrood Palace. But these edgy dudes with the earpieces and bulgy jackets had declared them out-of-bounds.

And what do you do?
Pee behind your trees your Majesty