A grey day

The only way to cope with a wash-out was a gloriously big and brashy 3D matinee of The Great Gatsby at the Cameo. Just had to get across Bruntsfield Links first.


"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... And one fine morning-- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."