New Year's Eve
We took a drive down to Leith and the coast bit this morning after a hefty and late breakfast. It is quite an attractive part of town now that it has been regenerated. Not the Leith of Trainspotting, although a Geordie vicar does conduct tours of the area taking people around the scenes of Welsh's books.
We inevitably sat in another cafe and had lunch. The Cougar Lounge, which was very comfy with brown leather sofas and a brilliant paper-reading atmosphere.
During the afternoon, I headed off to the airport to pick up James, Alex and Kate. I had no idea where it was and just followed the signs. It was a bit nervy as the route seemed to just be through suburban high streets. But I got there ok and back to the flat. Edinburgh is a strange place for traffic jams - we passed about 50 buses all stuck in the bus lane while the cars whizzed by on the normal roads. The reverse of London.
Pre-New Year celebrations started at about 5pm with chilli and champagne and Baileys and beers. Nicely warmed up we headed into the crush of Princes Street. There was a minute's silence for the dead of the tsunami which was quite well observed but some twats kept blathering on about whatever shit they thought was more important. But on the whole it was a huge good natured crowd - everyone was on a dancing and drinking Hogmanay mission. We had to hold hands and barge through the crowds in a chain.
At 12 o'clock fireworks went off marking the new year. Then, what seemed like minutes later the party was over and we were asked to leave. As we headed back to the flat there was man standing butt-naked but for his trousers round his ankles to raise money for the disaster fund. Amusing, yes, but to be honest I am glad that I paid into the official collection rather than handing over cash to a naked student holding out his hat.
On the way home, someone had the bright idea of herding us all into a club. I was rather underdressed wearing an ancient t-shirt and walking boots while the glameratti of Edinburgh were in tiny little dresses and killer heels. Nevertheless, in we went and we did lots of dancing and more drinking. It was such fun, especially as the floor was so wet and slippery it was like skating about on an ice rink. Health and safety not an issue up here!
TOH, Nikki and I left 'early' and fell into bed about 3.30am. The rest of the gang bowled up about 5am and were outside ringing the bell for some time until I woke up and let them in.
We inevitably sat in another cafe and had lunch. The Cougar Lounge, which was very comfy with brown leather sofas and a brilliant paper-reading atmosphere.
During the afternoon, I headed off to the airport to pick up James, Alex and Kate. I had no idea where it was and just followed the signs. It was a bit nervy as the route seemed to just be through suburban high streets. But I got there ok and back to the flat. Edinburgh is a strange place for traffic jams - we passed about 50 buses all stuck in the bus lane while the cars whizzed by on the normal roads. The reverse of London.
Pre-New Year celebrations started at about 5pm with chilli and champagne and Baileys and beers. Nicely warmed up we headed into the crush of Princes Street. There was a minute's silence for the dead of the tsunami which was quite well observed but some twats kept blathering on about whatever shit they thought was more important. But on the whole it was a huge good natured crowd - everyone was on a dancing and drinking Hogmanay mission. We had to hold hands and barge through the crowds in a chain.
At 12 o'clock fireworks went off marking the new year. Then, what seemed like minutes later the party was over and we were asked to leave. As we headed back to the flat there was man standing butt-naked but for his trousers round his ankles to raise money for the disaster fund. Amusing, yes, but to be honest I am glad that I paid into the official collection rather than handing over cash to a naked student holding out his hat.
On the way home, someone had the bright idea of herding us all into a club. I was rather underdressed wearing an ancient t-shirt and walking boots while the glameratti of Edinburgh were in tiny little dresses and killer heels. Nevertheless, in we went and we did lots of dancing and more drinking. It was such fun, especially as the floor was so wet and slippery it was like skating about on an ice rink. Health and safety not an issue up here!
TOH, Nikki and I left 'early' and fell into bed about 3.30am. The rest of the gang bowled up about 5am and were outside ringing the bell for some time until I woke up and let them in.
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