SCRATCHING THE AITCHIE’S ITCH

Back in Aberdeen, via the hospital and every possible bus stop in the western suburbs, I pondered three things over flat whites in the Archibald Simpson. a) I would never have another beer, ever. b) It was my own fault. c) I couldn’t just sit in Wetherspoons nursing a coffee for five hours till Mrs… Continue reading SCRATCHING THE AITCHIE’S ITCH

KRAKATOA ! – DON’T EAT THE URINAL CAKES

Warning : Contains urinal cakes Warning to Pashmina Pauline : Contains Gents loos Warning to BeerMat : Contains “Summer of ’69” Yes, it can wait no longer.  A return visit to Krakatoa (aka Moorings), the most fun you can have in Aberdeen without falling in an oil slick in a kilt. Standing proud facing the… Continue reading KRAKATOA ! – DON’T EAT THE URINAL CAKES