Far East!

Staying at Hilton hotel by Edinburgh airport. Asked the Russian Boris Johnson lookalike at reception the nearest eating place that didn't require one to sell a kidney to pay for it! Witherspoons at the airport says he. We duly get shuttled there only to be told restaurant shuts at 8pm (it was 8.10pm). So we're now on a tram contraption heading to Haymarket in the vain hope of finding sustenance that doesn't consist of sauted pigs cheeks or fancy mushrooms!. Folks are paying a fortune for such fayre that we used to feed to the dogs! And this tram has some heavy breathing Darth Vadar on board and whats wrong with a good Scottish accent to announce the stations! Ive never heard Gogarburn pronounced like that! You can so tell I'm hungry enough to eat a scabby heided wean.