Last night was one of those nights when you just can’t get to sleep for trying. I should stress that the parentage of wee Alfie’s bairn was not the reason for my restlessness. Unfortunately, I can’t really pinpoint what was up last night. Most likely just a case of working away far too late on the computer and not giving my brain time to unwind.
Four hours of sleep was all I got last night as the tram workers decided to drop off a squad of workies and their associated tools and materials at 6am, stirring the young lad from his sleep and as a result waking us all up from that point onwards. I’m starting to wonder if it will ever end. They are never done digging up bits of Leith and to be honest, it’s starting to rankle.
On the subject of digging up things, I couldn’t help but notice that there is a bloody great hole at the edge of Princes Mall (or the Waverley Market for those of us over a certain age – by the way, does anyone actually shop there any more?). When I say a bloody great hole that’s exactly what I mean. It’s like a huge shaft into the bowels of the earth, with concrete walls. I half expect some Jules Verne style tunneling machine to come plowing out of it like some mechanical cross between a mole and a corkscrew. Possibly with Doug McClure at the helm.
Remember Doug McClure? The guy was never done finding lost civilisations full of savages and Pterodactyls. He always seemed to wear a white crew neck jumper as well. One of the savages was guaranteed to be totally shaggable, a real Raquel Welch sort, and would help Doug escape (sometimes if he was lucky he would get his leg over as well).
Back to Princes street though, I’m dying to know what the story is with the big hole. Answers on a postcard. First prize of a trip to Nigeria’s “Slavery and the Jackson Five” theme park.
on Feb 16th, 2009 at 1:20 pm
I’m kind of hoping it’s a tram trap. The shiny new trams will wend their way through the West End, along Princes Street and then….disappear for all time into the pits of Hell.