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More Edinburgh

I've split up Edinburgh for all those people who may try and view it who don't have high-speed internet access i.e. pretty much everyone is safa.

Day one was probably my most touristy day. It was also the only day I was there that I didn't go out drinking until the wee hours the night before.

The coffee scene and social scene in Edinburgh is exactly what I've been searching for in London since I've arrived. I have a couple of coffee shops in London which suffice, but none with the culture, which I miss terribly. In Edinburgh I found 4 in 4 days. And that's not including the Starbucks and Chocolate Soup outlets. It amazes me that a city as cosmopolitan and bleeding edge socially and culturally as London is supposed to be cannot get coffee culture right. It saddens me too, especially when I sit out on a pavement, with a great cup of coffee in front of me, a book and a little sunshine on my face, inhaling traffic fumes.

 

The guy being put into a corset was our tour guide the night we did the 'City of the Dead' tour. The tour itself was fantastic. The tour guide (whose name now escapes me) was brilliant, he had us all completely unnerved within minutes and absolutely shitting ourselves before we even entered the supposedly haunted area. He was also really cute in his trench coat and naughty smile. It was for this reason, and this reason alone that Emer, James and I accepted his invitation for everyone to join him at the Greyfriars pub after the tour. Well, he was the reason Emer and I went, James came along to keep us in line, I guess. After the pub, the tour guide invited us to join him and his mates at a late night restaurant, so, like good little groupies, Emer and I followed. It was at the restaurant that I had my first real conversation with the man and quickly realised he was a self-righteous git with a major chip on his shoulder and a mind narrower than Rachel's (the red-head above) waist before she took off her corset. By the time we finished at the restaurant, I was ready to go home but agreed to go back to the tour guide's house because I thought Emer was still interested in him. Now, Emer, the blonde above, is one of Natalie's housemates and one of her good friend's little sister. She's only 21. I met her that day for the first time and had absolutely no idea what shape she was in after several hours of drinking. James and I went along for her protection. Can you imagine how miffed I was when she and I crawled home in a taxi at five in the morning after listening to said tour guide sing horrible songs about the inadequacy of his penis for an hour, only to find out that Emer thought he was a tosser too! 
Anyway, it was a night to remember, and a lesson well-learned - you should always take your friends with you to the bathroom, you could save a lot of money in cab fare!
This chunky fellow was photographed in the entrance to the Edinburgh Dungeons. Emer and James both work there, and James organised for us to go on a free tour, plus he got us free copies of the photo they take when you go in.

Its quite sweet really - me and Sinead chopping off Nat's head.

Honestly, I would have felt a little cheated if I'd paid for the tour, its really cheesy and most of the actors were shouting at the top of their lungs with thick Scottish accents, so I didn't understand a word that was being said.

 

 

 

This is Nat and Sinead. Sinead is Emer's older sister. Doesn't she look lovely? She is lovely, which is why I wanted to look after her little sister, who probably didn't actually need looking after...

 

This is me and Nat, still in the dungeons. Don't we all look creepy in infra-red?