Gorjuss Gorgie

After a fine and amusing evening in the Guildford, I left with Herr R, and narrowly missed the buses heading for the Slateford Road, so it had to be a Gorgie Road bus. Which had the advantage of dropping me across the road from the famous Gorgie Fish Bar. Of course it was closing up, but they still found time to pop a smoked sausage into a buttered roll for me with a liberal dose of brown sauce. Perfect!

So, that's the week almost over. A week in which I found out that Wilko Johnson, one of my all time heroes, has terminal cancer. On the plus side, the FTSE has powered on, has it not?