PONTOON?

Do you ever have mornings at work where you look out the window, notice it’s sunny and all you can think about is sitting outside having a beer? Unsurprisingly, so do we. In early June, I had one such desire so Rod and I convened at Scott’s (Rose Street, 3,4,12,13,25,25,31,33,36,37,41,47,48,100) for a swift lunchtime pint. Unfortunately, Scott’s is one of the few Rose Street pubs (and one of the worst pubs on Rose Street – and that’s saying something - R.M) which can’t shake off its ‘old man’ image. In fact, it fails to generate an atmosphere even during the Festival. However, it does a reasonably decent pint of ale occasionally – Black Sheep on this occasion.

At the end of June, I’d been away for the weekend whilst my ex-flatmate, Grace, had been in town. Meeting on the Sunday in the Bank Hotel for a catch up, she and her pal were too knackered to stay beyond a couple of drinks. Lightweights. Having got a bit of a taste and a thirst, Rod and I said our goodbyes and headed off to the Royal Mile (High Street, 35) – a complete tourist trap which should be avoided at all costs! ££££!

Is it a barge or is it a pontoon? That was the question which was on everyone’s mind. Well, ok, maybe only a few of the eighteen or so of us that turned out for Rod’s big birthday bash pondered the question. The rest had far less interesting things to talk about while sitting outdoors at Teuchters Landing (Dock Place, 16,22,35,36).

Having quaffed a good few drinks, we headed towards the Cameo Bar (Commercial Street, 16,22,35,36) to continue the festivities. This involved several rounds of tequilas, following which Rod disappeared. He blames the tequila. Apparently it took him half an hour to open his front door. Impressive stuff. I, on the other hand, was greeted back to my close with a headbutt from a neighbour. I blame the tequila.

Until the next time....

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