The Cowgate

I can't help thinking that The Cowgate of today on a Saturday night hasn't changed much since the Saturday nights of the 1800s when it was a pitiful Slum area. Crowds of drunk people staggering around, stepping in filthy puddles. Wenches hanging out of windows leering and shouting at the people in the streets, men fighting in the middle of the road and groups of steaming eejits singing and groping each other up alleyways without caring who's walking by. In this case, a pregnant, sober me.

Gawd, I miss those days!