Now Read On

A day of fabulous sunshine. Finished the Heron/Greig book which whetted my appetite for the upcoming ISB gig at the Playhouse. I do hope folks turn out to see them (well, Heron only) as of Edinburgh's three great bands (the others being the Rollers and the Rezillos), they were the only ones to play Woodstock, y'know. Zats right.
What to read next? Marx, anyone?
Later we stepped to C'An Trompe, an old favourite, where the SK was treated like a very, well, old favourite by the owner, the schmoozing libidinous popinjay that he is. At least this favouritism had one agreeable outcome - a bottle of rum was left on the table to use as I wished in my carajillo. I imagine he was hoping I'd drink so much that I'd slide under the table and he could make his escape on his stallion with the princess. It nearly worked.