I woke last night and spoke to you not thinking you were gone
2009-06-27 ~ 9:00 p.m.
Woo tis the weekend, though it kind of feels like Sunday for some inexplicable reason. Maybe I'm still confused with the freedom of not having any art history to study. Summer is here, the skies are grey and sweaty.
Last night out on a random trail through some of Leith Walk's many exciting pubs. Started in Robbies, which is fairly normal except for containing about 95% men. There were two women sitting in the window and a bunch of tall men with reflective heads at the bar. It's probably the best of the old-man pubs in Leith Walk, even though many of the tables are bolted to the floor. There are some nice old photos and some creepy ones of women who have been possessed by aliens.
Then up the road to City Limits, which is a desperate attempt to have a trendy bar halfway up Leith Walk, lots of leather and pine. It was almost empty. There was a geeky looking guy sitting alone at the bar, and a group of people at another table. Wide choice of foreign lagers. Terrible R&B, though they did play Lily Allen's Alfie, which was fairly unexpected.
Then across the road to The Horseshoe which always appeared very scary. They have lots of bright disco lights showing through the window and shiny silvery lettering on the front. Also advertising an 80s night next weekend. A couple of weeks ago we looked in but didn't go inside because there seemed to be a group of 16 year old boys and nobody else inside. This time, it was fairly empty, but The Stone Roses were playing as we went in. They have one of those fancy modern jukeboxes that play every song ever recorded, so the patrons treated us to such varied artists as Kaiser Chiefs, Toto, Scissor Sisters, Jolene by Dolly Parton, Kenny Rogers' The Gambler, China In Your Hand by T'Pau (they played Heart and Soul at the Chanter quiz on Thursday too!), and I Want To Know What Love Is (is that Foreigner?) It was pretty empty, though some studenty types came in and played darts for a bit.
The final port of call was Boda, which is trying to be trendy in a more laid-back way, and is fairly unexceptional, but actually had quite a few people inside it. How odd, people going to a pub.
Thursday we won the pub quiz, just me and Roger. Yay for all the students being away, the other good teams being absent or late, and everyone else being crap.
Tonight I'm at home. There Was some talk of going out to celebrate Gay Pride in town with M and Becca, but I think M's too busy eating Tesco's choc chip brioche rolls and watching Buffy. They're very addictive.
So Leon Jackson's died. I blame Simon Cowell. Also, Chris Cornell.
My latest read-for-hours website is TV Tropes. It probably helps if you have ridiculously geeky taste in television: I don't get the Deep Space 9 references (despite once sharing a house with some serious fans), but lots about Sabrina and Buffy.
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