Princes Street used to be the jewel in Edinburgh’s crown. I mean, how many cities have a main shopping street where one side consists of retail stores and the other an extinct volcanic rock with a castle on top. None I’d wager.
So, why oh why has Edinburgh Council allowed Princes Street to be invaded by cheap tat shops, beggars and an endless array of irritating people who want to give you a leaflet for something you are not interested in, scrounge £4 a month from you for some charity or other or give you the worst free newspaper in Christendom.
It’s time we got a grip. And another thing, If I worked in the HSBC branch on Princes Street I’d have been out and kicked 7 bells out of that clown who sits outside all day playing bongo drums.
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