Sunday 30th of July, 2000
The giant bar of Galaxy was more difficult to justify.
A much quieter day, a sort of non-day.
Woke up at 11:00 which I thought at the time was a kind of bonus (I'd thought I wouldn't get conscious until the afternoon). Every action seemed to be negated somehow: I found that Peter Rowan had left a message with his real number (which I later tried and had obviously written it down wrong), went to a nearby cyber cafe to ask whether I could plug my powerbook into their phone socket, and was told yes (but when I went back later some snooty guy told me no I definitely couldn't in a tone of voice that suggested he thought I'd asked to have sex with one of their PCs). No e-mail then. Went to the Cafe Royal to see if I could track down the keys to the flat, but Ian, the owner had only just come back from holiday (for which read "no"). Pete phoned to tell me I could have access to the flat. Tomorrow. Probably.
So maybe I should have stayed in bed after all.
After the e-mail debacle, I gave up and got more unhealthy food (Doner and chips - it's a bad sign when the people providing you with the stuff look at you as though you are mad).
Actually, that's what I've had most of - incredulous stares. Meanwhile, I'm getting grubbier and grubbier. I really need access to that shower.
Speaking of which (ish) I did have my first whiff of that authentic Edinburgh malty smell today (or thought I did) - I'm staying at Fountainbridge, near a brewery (and where Sean Connery came from, I seem to remember), and sometimes the smell sweeps over the city. It was a couple of years before I got the courage together to ask what that smell was. I mean, you don't, do you?
I noticed shops have closed down since last year when I was perambulating this afternoon, and saw the first signs of people setting up the venues (people with wood and hammers outside Bedlam, at least), and checked out the new neighbourhood. We're near a KFC and Holland and Barratt, for a real battle between junk and nutrition.
I justified tonight's kebab to myself on the grounds that it contained salad, and thus vitamins, if you were wondering.
The giant bar of Galaxy was more difficult to justify.