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Well that was silly of me.

I was over in Edinburgh yesterday (mostly to escape the World Pipe Band Championships, which were occuring noisily outside my windows), and got bored and left around half ten or so... When I got a phone call from TheNonStopDancer, except it wasn't Neil, it was Nic Suicide, who was stranded in Leith and calling for help from Neil and anyone else in the vicinity for entertainment.

Since I was already halfway back to Glasgow on the train, I had to poitely decline... but that's the way it goes sometimes, isn't it?

So, Nic... Sorry 'bout my shite timing. See you next year, since you seem to hit Edinburgh around August each time it coes round.

And Preppy, I'll see you soon, I'm sure.

Oh yeah - and sorry to Soldatka too... Looks like my email's spam filter decided not to let me know that you'd gotten in touch.

As for you, Ghostsuit... I can't believe we had to tag-team the dancing at the Cathouse last night. That girl has too much energy for her own good.