Jacob…

….lazy start after the gig and après-gig shenanigans. Reflecting, there seemed to be quite a lot of very late night people movement as we sat in the reception. A dastardly theory was hatched about drugs and prostitution.

We met our nephew Jacob and his girl in the Scotch Malt Whisky Society club rooms in Bath Street. Tasty scran (haggis in my case) and excellent grog, and I much prefer this branch to the Queen Street outlet*

Then to Embra before the inter-city rush hour to meet Owen for a couple of jars in the station bar.  I’ll be glad to be home with Nancy’s jammies on.

* nothing touches HQ for its ambience though.