Touching Boaby

Day out with my best friends in Edinburgh. There was plenty drink, girl talk, 2 pubs refusing to let us in (whit??) resulting in ending up in a cow shed sitting on bales of hay and dancing with The Queen and Hawaiians. Pretty sure we started a cult too with Saffron wanting to be the leader. Then had to take my shoes off and run for the last train which made by the skin of my teeth only to get held hostage on it by the police who were looking for some crim. This all sounds like I'm still drunk - I'm not!. Thats my gang and why I love them! And by the way the title is Linzi's idea