Bad memory serves me well

Had a lunchtime meeting at the Scotch Malt Whisky Society on Queen Street. No matter how many times I've been, I can never seem to remember which section of Queen Street it's on - and today was no exception.

However, if I hadn't been walking down the wrong bit of the street, I wouldn't have seen this. The building houses the Icelandic Consulate, and apparently it was targeted recently by a group called Saving Iceland, in protest at environmental damage in the country.

I thought ICELAND BLEEDS was a particularly chilling slogan. Can't imagine that Domhoff Travelling Tailors, whose plaque it is, are too impressed though...