I attract bizarre situations. Always have done. Last night, after the Metallica gig, I couldn’t find the guys I was there with so started walking back from the SECC, through the Anderston area of Glasgow to get to Queen Street train station. About 10 minutes into my walk, I spot a marginally inebriated guy contemplating [...]
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There’s a guy drinks in The Marksman swears he’s Elvis
I was on my way out to the airport yesterday in the car and passed along Duke Street in Leith. Standing outside The Marksman Bar having a fag was Elvis. Not THE Elvis. An impostor. He was standing there getting what looked like a Superking fag down his neck. All wig, shades and jumpsuit. In [...]
