Exciting scenes as I arrive at BBC Television Centre for an unspecified reason. I didn't see anyone famous in the canteen though, which was a bit upsetting as I was hoping to get something good to sell to the tabloids (someone using the wrong glass for the port, for example).
Yes, I'm in Edinburgh. After Frankfurt and Milan last week, I'm in Edinburgh for a couple of days, and very pleasant it has been, except for the view from my hotel, which appears to be almost entirely taken up by lap-dancing clubs. I imagine they do a different version up here, more in keeping with the traditional Scottish reel, but I can honestly say that I haven't been tempted to find out.
What a joke. 25 minutes to get on a train. The queue was out of the ticket office and down the street on the other side as well -- I know because I wasted my time going over there -- and, as usual, they wouldn't let you through the barrier to pay on the train.
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