Aye, phonae photae!

It was all a bit of a blur anyway. The day started with MrP's exclusive auld timers' Christmas lunch at Pierre Victoire's. Bargain! Afterwards, we took our leave and stravaiged up the hill via the Portrait Gallery (there were plans for a matinee fillum but lunch overran a tad), a coffee shop and thence to the Malt Whisky Society for a stunning Springbank. Stunning! Another bargain! Then oan to Allbarone to regroup and to the Jam House for a bit of a knees up. Your humble scribe did get out there to shake it all over (oh dear) before loud thumpy music became the order of the evening and it was decided to move on. So, the auld timers found themselves being serenaded at the Whiski music sesh and Herr H even managed a song or twa!
And a guy gave me a drink of his whisky on the night bus. Tis the season...

[that's two of our chums on the fiddle and accordion at the back. Smile, laydeees!]