Under a slate grey Sky

Auld Reekie try's hard to please with its faux German market in full swing today as the city's Protestant fathers glowered down from on high as it's modern multi-cultural residents smiled their way through the big sausages and Glue wine.
I might of heard Slade and Roy Woods musical pension plan a bit too often, but I'm sure I've never heard Michael Buble sing "frosty the snowman" before.