Edinburgh A to Z

ALBANY STREET, she tells me she lives. It's gone two o'clock and there's nothing happening up town. 'Why not chum me down the road?' she says. 'Might have ourselves a party back at my place. Bottle of wine, maybe? I might even have some Bacardi,' she adds. I mean - do I look like I drink Bacardi? Mind, if there's any voddy, or better yet, a bit of blow, I wouldn't say no. Might even let her have some of mine - depends how the night goes. Like I say, it's late, there's nothing else on the horizon, and she's not bad-looking in a beer-goggles sort of way. So we head down



Edinburgh A to Z