Grrr..

Grrrrridlock.

Queenie and her garden party chums mean the rest of us can just fark off!

It turns Edinburgh town centre into rush hour London.

40 minutes to get home. 3 miles away. I left it 'til later too. 6.20pm I left work. 7pm I arrive home. Not even a "Hi Dad, how was work?" His street pals now carry more gravitas than me.