GNER did its stuff this morning being only 4 minutes late-therefore not 'late running' in the jargon and no need for apologies or excuses, or both. So Huttonian can make his leisurely way through the mendicants, the last Piper of Summer, the sandwich board men advertising 'Golf Sale' as they have done since Arnold Palmer was a lad, the first autumnal tweeds on long and skinny shanked Embra ladies with their newly permed hair wilting in the dry cold wind, to the dentistry in Rose Street where painless repairs will be effected in exchange for a considerable portion of Huttonian's index linked pension. Then to the My Dynamic Earth science museum to join the grand children seeking amusement further and further from the Merse having seemingly outstayed their Scotland's Favourite Short Break attractions.
A need to relieve a cold contracted body part nearly ended in a huge queue at the Station's comfort area. An elderly sports jacketed gentleman with an old Etonian tie was refusing to pass through the pre-urinate barrier on the grounds that 20p was too expensive and he only had a £coin anyhow. 'In my day' he claimed 'a pee was one penny-One D and you now want 40 times that in new money' (He surely must have held his water 40 years or so if he paid only one penny last time he went was my immediate reaction, increasing discomfort was the secondary) Anyhow he carried on for some time in this vein as the growing queue crossed their collective legs. Now more of those limbs than the Millipedus Vulgus of Paxton fame. Eventually he was led away to change his pound into smaller specie by a large bossy lady-to our immense relief, to 20p a phrase.
The Bard summed it up well but the pun is so obvious and so corny I will not dignify it on this occasion.
