The Morningside Boozer

Out on the razzle! Well, not a huge razzle, but a razzle nonetheless. M, our old pal (and dentist indeed), has finally hung up his tongs and upped sticks and has bought an old boathouse through west to live in. How handy!
This obviously called for a few pints in the Canny Mans with the chemical doctors followed by a curry up at the Ghurka. And a few more pints at Montpelier, where 'shock horror,' his missus was carousing with her girly chums.
Now all he needs to do is flog his old plywood boat and get an HR out on his mooring. And then the boys can look forward to the St Kilda trip. We're worth it! What else can he do with his dosh after all?