There used to be a fruit machine there

Up town to meet Ron, one of the SK’s oldest pals, going back to University days. He was an old guy then, being twenty years older than her. And he was in fine fettle, just occasionally revealing that he was a good five minutes behind our conversation. Or twenty years ahead.
Then we headed into town, me to nose round the Lavery exhibition, her to meet up with P. Lavery could paint a bit, eh?  A trip home via Clarks bar, which is closing down once again so I had to pay homage, then on to Leith to the Moonwake Brewery to pick up a few cans and quaff a pint. And then homeward. But the bus back to Granton took so long to arrive, and here I was standing outside the Malt and Hops. What was a poor boy to do?