Karen, Edinburgh hardly noticed me.....but the complete animals that I was with, now that's a different matter. The fondest memory for me was being sat outside a pub on Rose Street, in hot sun all afternoon, watching, er, the world go by with 15 chaps, and consuming splendid ale. We pulled two hen parties off the street, as you do. Whistling at passers by, in the time honoured tradition (I never should have built that patio). Then at about 6pm, they all fell totally silent, watching a particularly fine specimen of the feminine gender walk past (with her boyfriend I might add), when somebody started clapping. It cracked me up. The entire population sat outside of the pub burst into spontanious applause, much to the poor girls embarrassment. It was polite applause, much as if she had just hit a four at cricket.

Well, I thought it was funny, anyway! More stories available on request. Such as my startling Freddy Mercury impression on Thursday night at the Karioke bar. Crazy Little Thing Called Love. And don't anybody ask me about La Vida Loca please....it wasn't my idea!