At the Pictures

Managed to get my lazy arse out of the house this afternoon to get my hair cut (by my lovely Lithuanian lady on Gorgie Road, who charges a tenner and doesn't ask if I'm going anywhere nice on holiday this year), then went to meet middleman at Filmhouse to see Blancanieves, which we both liked a LOT. After the film we wandered down to George Street, where bars and stuff have now been set up outside the Assembly Rooms, and spent a lovely few hours sitting outdoors, shooting the breeze, drinking cold lager and eating slices of pizza and deep fried mozzarella. Ace.

P.S. I took this during the ads, in case you were wondering!