Thursday, 30 August 2012

Puddle Hopping

It's not yet midday, but five hours of puddle-hopping have forced my hand.

Location: Shakespeare's Pub.

It's funny being here as the city looks as it ever did. It feels like I never left and I am pleased to see it was able to go on without me. Yep, it does not seem to have missed me in the slightest. Well. We all need to have the ego checked now and again...

Curses to you Edinburgh, you fickle feline-like swine!  Where was my welcome back party? 

I guess all the money was spent on the London Olympics.

 Damn those humble athletes...

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