Save me

I wish someone would save it. The Odeon. There's even a facebook group. Anyone who grew up on the southside of Edinburgh will be familiar with it. (in fact I may even ad some blips of a concert I was at here, onto my archived backblips).

I had a lovely time at the D77 Mosque blunch. It looking like it'll be a monthly event. And I have worked out a cunning plan to ensure that I can get there each month. I met Tonto and Scobes, who were as delightful and entertaining as I had expected.

Now, we desperately need to do something about the alcohol problems that we have in this country. And I am totally behind the new legislation. Except that I think I should be exempt from it. When I decided at 9.50 that a beer would be lovely, I hadn't reckoned on bumping into the bloody neighbour.

So I just said to her "Oh shut up you silly, silly woman, and stop telling me about your boring boring boring job and how great you are at it. And I DON'T care where you are going on holiday! I need a BEER, and the shop's about to close and Peckhams can't sell booze after 10pm now. And no I REALLY don't want to spend any Friday night with you. SHUT -UP you self centered besom. Yes I know that you are rich and the exchange rate of the euro is of no consequence to you. But I NEED a beer"*

I got to the shop with 3 minutes to spare (well it was 3 minutes by their clock, which doesn't seem to be synchronised with Greenwich, phew)


*actually what I really said was "Oh, I'm so glad that you're enjoying your job. France? Oh that will be lovely. Yes, I'd love to pop into yours one evening. Yes, Fridays are fine, I never have anything better to do on a Friday