It's nice to be back
Unfortunately I don't have anything to report following our trip on the train to Edinburgh. The trains were on time, not a drunken Scotsman/woman/chav/anyone in sight (well, OK, us on the return leg as we'd been in the pub all day), no altercations with the ticket inspectors.

Apart from the sweary one decided to moon our mates as they got off the train at their station, in a carriage full of passengers.

Honestly, I know she's immensley proud of the tattoo of the Pink Panther on her arse, but they've seen it before...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Tue 3 Jun 2008, 19:42, 5 replies)

Your friends may have seen the tattoo
But I'm guessing the other people in the carriage hadn't. She did have to show them as well, you know.
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Tue 3 Jun 2008, 19:52, closed)

This took place
4 miles away from my house. And I missed it.

Next time, I will see that tattoo.

Although I feel you should expand on the "ladies of the night" you met ...
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Tue 3 Jun 2008, 20:17, closed)

^ they were no ladies
Rough as a badger's arse.
Even made me look well-to-do... ;o)
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Tue 3 Jun 2008, 20:54, closed)

^ This is true
The rough as a badger's arse bit, that is. Tourette's is very well-to-do.

There were three of them - an older hag of a woman, plus two younger ones. The one I assume was the youngest, who could have been quite bonny were it not for the bad skin and teeth, was the worse for wear, and could only communicate by using a series of grunts and whistles.

Honestly, it was all "Haaargh, huh, grrrar, whistle, gruuuur, grrr, aaargh".

Plus she was wearing a pair of jeans that slipped way down below her hips, and sat with her arse on display to all and sundry. Which would have been fine if it weren't a baking hot day - her crease got distinctly redder and redder in the couple of hours we were sat there. She was literally burning her livelihood as we watched...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Tue 3 Jun 2008, 22:37, closed)

Yep....
that sounds like Edinburgh. That's what we westerners call 'the posh end' :P Had you been in Glasgow, there would have been 2 additional male neds fighting with each other over some buckfast.

This has reminded me... I saw a man in a suit buying buckfast earlier.... better class of jakie round my way :P
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Wed 4 Jun 2008, 2:43, closed)