Monthly Ski trip !
I was a member of the school ski team (not particularly good, I just had no fear of falling at high speed ergo quite quick)
Every month we'd be hauled through from Glasgow to dear Auld Reekie to a place called Hillend (now renamed Midlothian Ski Centre), we'd train, fanny around yaddah yaddah etc. and about 10pm we'd all pack up and head off home via the regular chip shop stop (food of champions !).

Now this chippy still exists and the frontage consists of three equally-sized, floor to ceiling panes of glass with the door in the left one, the fryer in the middle and the staff working on the right. Each night there was a dirty rush from the coach to get served and as I mentioned, being pretty nippy on my pins I was generally at the front of the queue, with the mouth-breathers and others gallumphing along to the rear.

There's me standing at the counter, looks to my right over the poor wee chip shop assistants shoulder to see "Doc" run at full speed straight into what he thought was the opening side of the three glass panes on the front of the shop...the staff nearly shat themselves, it was a miracle the glass never broke, and "Doc" broke his nose and split two of his front teeth.
Until we left school that place was always known as Doc's.

[This is for Fraser]
"I don't cook, clean or swallow"
(afaguslae look out ! wide load...., Fri 8 Dec 2006, 13:50, Reply)