On the way up to Skye, we had a great night in the Clachaig in Glencoe. Judi was sat opposite a window and she looked at me and said, "don't look now but there a bare-chested guy with chains in his nose coming in". Sure enough, a party of young men came in looking like real trouble. Ripped clothing, chains, tattoos, you name it. A bit later I went out for a smoke and guess who was out there? Yep, Mr. Chain Face. Turns out they were a bunch of doctors from Edinburgh on a weekend stag do. Had a bit of a laugh about their get up and we went back inside arm in arm.

The look on Judi's face was priceless...