by
Shipscook
@ 2007-11-05 - 00:13:13
Well come Saturday afternoon it was time for lunch so we went out to the Greyfriars Bobby where I had Haddock and chips with a pint of Starapramen for a change, It was good but not as tasty as the one I had the night before at the Central.
From there we went on to see where the wee mut is buried in Greyfriars Kirkyard. The Kirkyard is all very Gothy with some sepulchres dating back to Stuart times and carved with Skulls and cross bones and things. Also buried there is Scotland's legendary rubbish poet William McGonigle author of that poem about the Bridge over the Silvery Tay.
So having paid tribute to crap poetry and the wee dog on we went to the National Musuem of Scotland where we saw some of the tiny coffins and their occupants that were discovered hidden up on Arthur's seat (the mountain near the Queen's other gaff at Holyrood Palace) Legend has it that thee coffins were buried there to represent the bodies of the victims of Burke and Hare, whose mortal remains had been dissected by Dr Knox and his students at the medical school.
Fascinating they were too. we also saw a witch's rope that was said to have been dragged through a field to charm the milk from the cows there into the udders of the cows belonging to the witch and a Maiden which was a "humane" device for chopping off peoples' heads similar to a guillotine but invented way before in 1564. Altogether a much more interesting invention than golf.
Onwards to the evening we paid a visit to the Auld House, now any pub that has a juke box with the Cramps, the Damned, Iron Maiden and Iggy is good by me, then on to the Ewart where Moff and her fella joined us for a drinkie before a splendid meal at the Ghandi where I enjoyed Katmando chicken (chicken roasted in the Tandour then served in a sauce of onion, tomato and lentils). Considering that there were five of us and some drink was taken it came to a very reasonable £115 and was absolutely delicious.
Now a note for my pal Bunnybunbunbun, on the slopes that Edinburgh Castle is built upon there are rabbits who come out at night to graze. Old Nick says that they have longer legs on one side that the other, but I think he is pulling our legs, anyway we saw three of them and the Castle does have have crinkly bits on top and a very big cannon called Mons Meg.
Well of course all that curry made us very thirsty so it was back to the Auld House (without stopping for deep fried confectionery) for a drink before bedtime Scottish pubs have quite flexible hours so come the crack of midnight we all wished the Moff a happy birthday.
Woke up this morning felt a bit crap, but put it down to be being nearly 49 and pissed the night before. Got the bus to the airport where I thought wouldn't it be great to make a TV series called Mary Queen of Scots - Prison Break where a plucky Mary (who would have to be played by some stick insect like Gwyneth Paltrow), gets put in the slammer by Good Queen Bess (Lily Savage)for a crime she didn't commit - to be busted out by the cast of Friends. Also staring Alan Rickman as evil spymaster Francis Walsingham (the bad guy has to be English after all), Al Pacino as Darnley, Bruce Willis as Francis Drake, Sly Stallone as William Shakespeare and Joe Pesci as Rizio I think its a winner!
Still feeling a bit feverish the flight back was mercyfully on time, but standing up in the unseemly scramble to get off the plane my knee gave way. It felt as if something popped out of the joint and then slid back in, still managed to limp to the car for the journey home though. Presently feeling a bit grim, which seems a bit rough considering I'm booked in for my flu jab tomorrow (dam those microbial bastids), and I am finding my knee quite sore. Still despite that it was a great weekend and lovely to see my baby on her birthday.
