Canaan Lane

This is the back of the Canny Man pub in Morningside from Canaan Lane.

Sibling 2 (sisteriboos), the physio-the-rapist, was walking down this lane today with her earphones on when a random wee man of considerable vintage and precious few marbles approached and engaged her in conversation.

This is what happened apparently.

Wee man (WM): Hello there!
Sibling 2 (S2): (takes off earphones) Hello!
WM: Do you have an old bike for sale?
S2: No I'm afraid not.
WM: Do you know anyone with an old bike for sale?
S2: No. Sorry!
WM: What's your Chinese astology sign?
S2: (sniggers) Em. I don't know.
WM: I'm a pig.
S2: Are you? Great!
WM: So I'm very honest.
S2: OK! (now fully laughing)
WM: It's amazing how it affects your food choices!
S2: I see! I have to go!
WM: OK, hen! If you hear about an old bike for sale then let me know.
S2: Will do. Bye!


So there you go.

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