Dougie Ferguson, Edinburgh, December 2012.
Dougie, overlooking Old Town with Arthur’s Seat in the background.
Edinburgh Castle, midnight. I heard nightingales singing in the graveyard of the Parish Church of St. Culbert.
Then I danced my face off at Café Voltaire. I met the two most beautiful girls in Edinburgh on the dancefloor. We had a ball.
O.G. TARDIS box, er, police box, Grassmarket, Edinburgh.
Howie Nicholsby of 21st Century Kilts. Good bloke.
Living in Scotland makes my Burberry coat make sense.
Tweeds have taken on a whole new dimension.
Utili-kilts don’t seem out of place.
I must go thrifting.