What could be finer than a sunny Friday evening, listening to some bands, whilst sitting on the grass with a pint of beer in your hand? Not much but the hot air ballons going overhead were a nice touch.
Only problem was I should have been at home and thanks to Les getting monarchly challenged (Old Duke on King Street is not Queen Square!) it was way past 7:30pm when I left and to make matters worse, thanks to the barman shaking up the barrel before he tapped it and then aiming the ensuing jet of beer at me, I reeked of beer when I did eventually arrive home - luckily my peace offering (curry for two) was accepted.
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