Just to appease those of you who have been thinking “why the
hell haven’t they updated that blog for over nine months?”, those of you who
have been thinking “I wonder if they’ve given up yet?”, and most particularly
those of you who have been thinking “I couldn’t give a flying pig”, here is our
latest collection of ramshackle drinking tales:
Back in the days when Itison used to dish out invites for free events rather than flog discounted visits to beauty salons, we were kindly invited to the Equity
for Punks launch night at Bacaro
(Hope Street Lane/Hope Street
1,3,4,10,11,12,13,15,16,19,22,24,25,26,30,31,33,34,36,37,41,44,47,48,100).
Always grateful for a bit of hospitality, The Management attended this launch night and sunk free bottles of Punk IPA
courtesy of Brewdog while they tried to convince us to invest in their
beer-making business. We weren’t convinced then and we're not convinced now. After all,
would you invest in someone from Fraserburgh?
A month later, in December 2009, we convened for a
pre-Christmas pint or five. We started in Rileys
Sports Bar (New Yorker) Edinburgh (Jock’s Lodge 4,5,15,26,44,45) but due to
a lack of available pool tables, we shifted next door to Limelite (Jock’s Lodge 4,5,15,26,44,45). With a selection of
classic indie tunes on in the background, we took our time getting through our
bottles of Caley 80/-.
While Limelite is modern and bright inside, Jock’s Lodge (Jock’s Lodge 4,5,15,26,44,45)
next door is quite the opposite, to the extent that dingy barely covers it. Now infamous for the shooting which took place 3 months after our visit (our alibis are sorted), our pints were downed beside a
wood burning stove - a welcome treat in what was to become the coldest winter in years...until the one after. However, Limelite offered better clientele, atmosphere and beer and so we
returned there to discuss how to get home from The
Bluetones' King Tuts show the following Wednesday. We settled on the sensible option: taking the last bus.
Until the next time...
CUMULATIVE PUB COUNT: 174
*Postscript: Only one member of The Management made it onto the bus. The other - who shall remain nameless - was last seen stumbling tearfully towards a taxi rank some time around 2.30am.
