The club v whiskey; round one.

Yesterday afternoon the Scoundrel arrived.  We gave him a quick look around the city.  He was quite keen to meet Dr Livingstone.

Then the three of us joined an organised pub crawl, which was exactly as awful as it sounds.

At some stage in the evening it became unclear who was leading whom astray.

Our tour-guide, Craig (The Cregg), did the good name of New Europe proud, leading the charge with poor decisions being the evening's theme.

At some stage The Reviewer joined us, as the appeal of a night of wanton wickedness is fairly universal.

The Cregg was carrying the Scoundrel for a short while, until he got tired.

So they swapped.

The arrival of a third member in Edinburgh ensures things will stay interesting for the next few days.

I'll add some details about today's exploits soon, but the dryer has almost finished and I'll be able to put a shirt on.  I can only wear a singlet in a bar for so long.