The first week of this long jaunt has been fruitful and memorable, and many of the memories if not much of the fruit concern a crowded train ride with the Mekons through the midlands, bantering roisterously about ouds, Adolf Hitler, and cheese. 

Evidently we're in Edinburgh on August 20th with the day off. Though it's a Wednesday night, and though a night off in Edinburgh is by no means a dreary occasion, I'm not here primarily to sightsee, so if anyone cares to have a house party with music, drop me a line.

Otherwise, you may see me on the 20th in a little pub up near the castle, slouched over a plate of boiled young potatoes and a lager, muttering rhyming slang aloud.