Kakky Breeks

My Dear Fellow,

So I'm sure we've all experienced it. You've eaten something that disagrees with you. All of a sudden. There's that sweaty feeling. That panicky clench. That feeling that farting may be followed by follow-through.

All we can hope for is that such moments do not happen in the back of a cab on the way to the Bow Bar. Sadly, for me, hoping did not help tonight.

I was on my way to meet Gareth for a pint and was in the middle of a typical taxi-cab conversation when the feeling struck. I did my best to remain casual and keep my voice level because taxi-cab drivers tend to be funny about people who sh*t all over the back seat.

So I made it to the Bow Bar and rushed to the back. I have to tell you now that I have decided I believe in God again, on account of a) the sole cubicle back there was free and b) it had paper.

I had to text Gareth from in there, that I might be detained for a while. Fortunately he was very understanding, and when I did emerge we were able to have a good time. 

Still, I'm feeling much happier now that I am home and within sprinting distance of the Thunderbox. 

Tonight's blip is a first for me - "Edinburgh After Dark". I do like this city at night, and I thought the moon over Grassmarket was very atmospheric.

El Parsones

p.s. Navy blue.