The Bat Cave

Riot and myself met Davey for lunch at Black Medicine. Which progressed into a visit to Holyrood 9A. Which continued until it was near enough to dinner that, well, it would be silly not to be thinking about food. The food ended up being in the same direction as the hanging bat anyway so I mean, it would be pointless not to go in on the way for some more beer.

Saturday aye? Braw.