Sycophants

I'd never have thought it possible to be sycophantic and egotistical, simultaneously. Throw in some name dropping and no sense of humour, and you've the most irritating person I've had the misfortune of being in the same room as.

So. The buses are back on Princes Street, but, possibly to fund the tram project they've cut back on bus stops. No idea where mine's gone. And I realised that there's no need to spend vast amounts of money for an adrenlin rush on the city's big wheel. Just get the number 41. Presumably the driver was running late, rather than trying to kill the passengers.

Had a wee listen to the very odd (but quite endearing) bass on this. And wondering why this is called Senga.