Saturday morning

King Kenny frozen in fear at the ATM waiting to see if he can free any of his hard earned moolah from RBS, meanwhile Edinburgh's finest go about their early morning business.

This was the point where he decided that beers in the Bow Bar and then off to The Picture House to see Josh Rouse (Back blipped yesterday) followed by a lock in at my mate's new Indian Restaurant ("Just serve yourselves at the bar lads, ever tried Trout curry?, come and have a look in the basement it goes right underneath Lothian Road, who fancies some Indian themed cocktails") was just the start of the night and that what we really wanted to do at 2am was get into Espionage. Unfortunately they let us in.

I'm still smiling now but it's going to wear off in about an hour and then the pay off will kick in.