Irvine

Swimming before work and then, at six o'clock, I set that 'automatic replies on' for the next couple of weeks and so began the annual leave.

Straight into town for a book event at the church on York Place - Irvine Welsh in conversation with Jenni Fagan. Blimey, I've not seen him do one of these things since the week I moved to Edinburgh way back in May 1994 when he reading from 'The Acid House' in a packed upstairs room at Jimmy Thin's. 

As well as not seeing him for donkeys, I've also not been to The Basement on Broughton Street for, well, decades I guess. But starving we were...a plate of fish tacos and a bowl of padron peppers did the trick just fine.

Home to crash in front of Le Tour highlights. I so very nearly made it to the end.

On The Pool Commute