While the sands o' life shall run

Here's auld Rabbie Burns, showing off his finely tuned gastrocnemius to all the ladies (and laddies) o' Leith. What's it like to live across the street from this statue of the fine poet and smooth operator? Does anyone stand a chance with Rabbie around?

Gie us yer number, hen


PS You may remember Rabbie's legs.

Thank you for all your kind comments yesterday - much appreciated.