Too Many Blips...

Sometimes I find myself running around the house looking for a Blip, other days, like today, I was on sensory overload with Blips. From a lonely scarf left on a rail, to the local chavs congregating at the local Buckie retailer preparing for the Friday night tottie hunt, the rough neck garage owner with a thousand car parts lying around giving us stories about the manufacture warranties of 9 inch dildos and the arabic can of coke I bought on another visit to the mosque.

I settled for the first Blip of the day in the Autumn sky over St James on the corner of Princes Street and Lothian Road.