Typical Leith Scene

The pal languishes indoors, but so far all is OK with me, so after the usual most attentive ministering, I went down to Porty to meet the son and hear about the latest trip to Denmark. And collect my kilt. Which I forgot to do, despite the son putting it in a bag beside me.
Then a meeting - convened by our local MP (another waste of space: clueless, is DJ’s kind assessment). Amazingly, the Council Transport guy made a huge number of wonderful commitments to us. We left the meeting looking sideways at each other as we trotted off to a bijou coffee shop for a washup session (not literally, they have machines for that). How long has he been in post asks DJ, rhetorically.*
Then off up to the Cameo to see Angelheaded Hipster: The Songs of Marc Bolan & T. Rex. The son came and joined me, as the SK was still incapacitated. Old Marc wrote a number of decent songs, and he certainly had the chops on the electric. Embarrassingly I was a fan, in that brief period. While cool kids were buying Caravan and Santana albums, I sneaked home with a copy of The Slider. Honestly I didn’t buy Tanx. I didn’t! 


* three months, as he disclosed - I reckon he might last another three