Meeting Arthur

Meet Arthur, sporting his trendy Michelin baseball cap, my fellow passenger on last Sunday’s car drive. Rather than originating from the forests of Borneo, he came to live in Edinburgh via a raffle won by a man in a dinner suit, who thus attired, transported him to his new home on a Lothian bus, being entertained en route by two scantily dressed young ladies who were practising their pole dancing on the bus hand rails. He seems unscarred by the occasion.

I apologise for this somewhat banal blip in the face of much more important events happening in my life at the moment, but sometimes light relief is a necessary diversion.