Despite living in one of the world’s greatest cities (best place to live in the UK dontcha know) I don’t live here like a tourist. I don’t ‘do the festival’ unless it’s to drink, I don’t ‘do the castle’ unless it’s to drink, and i certainly don’t ‘do Arthur’s Seat’ unless i’ve had a lot to drink.

I don’t need to be a tourist here – I live here; I have my cafes, i have my bars, i have the places i like to hang out. I avoid the Grassmarket at the best of times, the Royal Mile, not for me; of course i can see a certain prettiness, but in August it’s disguised by flyers and posters and various drama students out stupefying each other.

Any visitor my fair city is in for a lot of drinking if they wish to force me to do any of the above without me stabbing one of the many resident yah’s in the back.

(That’ll you be you then Helen)

But occasionally the festival brings a moment of karma that puts a smile on your face for days…like accidentally slamming a portaloo door into the face of the very annoying yah who had been sitting behind me at the Pete Firman magic show kicking my seat and snivelling at the scottishness of my friends and the amount of drink we had brought in…

(it WAS by accident…honest)

(loved it)

(seriously loved it)

(daddy will buy you a new nose anyways)

(and maybe a hairbrush)

Anyways, drinking a lot of booze is Scottish. As is speaking with a Scottish accent. As is finding things funny. As is laughing loudly. As is NOT being stuck up, rude and so stuck in your own bubble that ‘doing edinburgh’ is the most fun you’ll ever have.

Karma is a bitch love.

Kx

P.s. she didn’t really need a new nose.

P.p.s I had a wicked wicked time this weekend with Helen of With Eyes Wide Open. If anyone is like her blog in real life its her. Total star.

P.p.p.s… saying “we are just here to drink” is an excellent way to get rid of flyer-ers.

P.p.p.p.s…normal blogging service will resume shortly. I am working 10 hour days right now.