I wonder how long it will take before I can hear a British police car siren without me automatically starting to hum the theme from The Bill?
It is absolutely stunningly beautiful in Edinburgh. And it’s even more beautiful at 6AM. We had the privilege of seeing it so early because of the Snotty Fuckwit in the bunk bed across our hostel room. He was oh so very polite and sweet in daylight, but when night he morphed into an evil flu-ridden snoring machine. It sounded like he was boiling a huge vat of snot in his nostrils, and another vat of putrid phlegm in his throat.
His girlfriend was wide awake in the bunk below, but did she once wake him to shut up? No! And that was her duty as his travelling companion to be on Snore Watch.
So we finally gave up and went for a walk down near the castle, plotting their demise.
The hunt for employment and shelter continues. Will keep you posted. Oh, I love the accents. And the kilts. How I love the kilts. Rowrrr.