Up in Ould Reeki
e for a rare visit to spend hard earned specie in a Rose Street dentistry. Post Festival the city has a very fin de saison feel.
The Chinese have gone as have the street entertainers and genuine Edinburghers have reclaimed the streets. The No 1 Mendicant of Princes Street has however not returned from celebrating the end of his historical poverty earnings and is rumoured to be in Sydney to watch the devasted Aussies come slinking home. I know it is hard for the okker Dingo to accept defeat gracefully but to use such tactics as to imply that members of the
victorious English squad are not genuine Englishmen is a bit rich coming from a nation which glories in its multi national polyglot heritage (as long as it is whiteish and has a criminal record in many instances) and includes players whose origin is 12,000 miles plus from Sydney or the MCG. OK we have a Welshman or two and an exiled South African with strange hair but so what? It is the cricket that does the talking and a bit of humble pie now and then will not come amiss even if eaten with clenched teeth*
Anyhow it is enough to be in the smoke on a cold brisk day. Autumn is a coming in ' lewdly sing oo cuck' etc. Not my favourite season and the firece winds of last night which brought down a branch into our garden presages another season of global warming with all the cold, snow and storms that entails in our polluted world. Roll on the Spring
* Watch the metaphors. Blog-ed