Haircut

Even with a bus pass there is, of course, no reason to go to Edinburgh for a haircut but the cutting of the (greying and receding) hair is linked to meeting the pals for beer and that's the real goal here. The hair merely determines the frequency of pub-going. For his own reasons, the barber made the perfectly valid point that leaving the hair longer when it's cut would inevitably increase the frequency of cutting and therefore the frequency of the pub visits. And so we did.

From there to Assai for records for the boy's birthday and then to Cloisters where my role, being the one with no job and plenty of time, is to sit at any table ready to leap at the first available space for four. 

And then the slow walk of the still-dodgy knee back to Queensferry Street and the bus / taxi home (or since it was Thursday, to the Ship for last orders).