I would like an invite to the next Scotch meat please.
Probably wont come, but I'd still like an invite please.
If only it wasn't a school night for me :(
When i got to Queen Street and saw the hordes of hideously drunk people getting on the last train to Edinburgh I /did/ consider doing a Dyl, but I couldn't be arsed walking back up the hill :D
The highlight of the night was bolting up the hill beside the ABC with me struggling to match your pace.
Fun times though!