Well, you can live on it, but it tastes like shit

...Michael J. "Crocodile" Dundee, 1986.

A quiet morning in front of the books, followed by a quiet afternoon in front of goal for Hibs. After a reviting 0 v 0 game and a Hibs mutton pie, we retired to the The Tourmalet for several German beers, thence to The Brass Monkey where I bumped into Catalan blipper Lali(good to see you again) and finally the Polish Italian at Pilrig...delicious antipasti. What an international place Leith is.