Yes, shish happens. A flat tyre from nowhere, but thankfully I have a skilled team to deal with life’s little crises.
And no, that’s not the main reason I married her (though her 1991 “Motoring Madams” certification was high on the list).
I wouldn’t ever drive round Edinburgh, particularly with the Leith Walk being dug up at the moment for a new tram line which will make life easier, but duller, for the ticker walking the 2 miles from Waverley.
Mrs RM and I had a 2 mile walk down towards Holyrood Park and the last of my quartet of GBG ticks, a brewery tap on an industrial estate. Imagine if you well my anticipation.
We walked down Easter Road, a new part of the capital packed with small shops and bars and a real joy to explore. The only problem was the lack of public urinals on every street corner. I appreciate that visiting football fans on the way to Hibernian would have found creative ways to empty their bladder, but I’m no savage.
The Old Eastway Tap looked like my salvation. AND another new pre-emptive tick.
I had to wait for the loo while we waited to be seated and have Covid rules politely explained. I nipped to the Gents while Mrs RM ordered a half of the Cross Borders Heavy from what youngsters call a “banging list”.
Typical Scottish bar, except it had some long tables and nearly everyone was 23.
Mrs RM had already declared the beer “Meh“, but I warmed to it (NBSS 3), and I can’t say the beer was that great anywhere else. The staff were superb given we were abusing their hospitality for a half.
Outside I found what initially seemed to be the Tardis, and the Yann Seznec labelling made its actual purpose no more comprehensible.
Yann Seznec, of course, played false No. 9 for Hibs in their famous 2016 Scottish Cup win which resulted in this wonderful rendition of one of the greatest songs ever.
Fuelled by £2.60 a pint Carling, that.
That was also the point at which Mrs RM spotted the kebab shop sign.
Didn’t let me go in there though, did she ?