Five go wild in the Blazer

A call in at maw and several phonecalls, before meeting up with the celebrated French Irishman at Cloisters in the company of him and him and him. But not him. Nooo. Certainly not. Then over to Tuk Tuk for a nosh washed down with Insto's excellent Brewshed Ales and where we were joined briefly by her. Then onward - the Blue Blazer, and then via the Grassmarket to the Bow. And there, we were joined by him (he’d been watching Scotland lose in the last few minutes to Australia). But onward yet - to the Oxford where we were treated to some trad music, much to Insto’s delight and finally the short stagger to Mathers where I decided I’d had enough beer. So it was a Laphroaig for the road. A great time, Nic, baby! Haste ye back.