Freedom, sort of...

Into Edinburgh this evening and headed off to the Doric Bar to meet up with some of my old colleagues from work. Some drink was taken, stories swapped and exciting new tattoos displayed. Well just the one tattoo etched into Grame's side. We demanded proof it actually existed and he duly obliged. 

It's an extract from the Declaration of Arbroath, or it could be from the film Braveheart. He didn't show us his US Marine Core tattoo, that still remains a mystery.

Ah, you can take the boy out of Gourock, but you can't take Gourock out of the boy, as they say – apparently.