It wouldn't be an Adam blog without a moan. Trains are the one at the moment. Trundling through the countryside at no speed, full of overweight people carrying overweight suitcases, struggling to locate a numbered seat as though they were searching for the Grail. I wonder what the Japanese tourists sat close to me are thinking as we pass Rotherham at about 5mph, when they could be zooming through Osaka at a nightmarish speed. They're probably also wondering why I'm cracking a can open for breakfast but c'est la vie.
I love Edinburgh though. It's a proper city, with a skyline, and old buildings, and new buildings, and proper pubs, and some character, and shortbread. It's not Hull. I'm headed there with my dad and sister - three McCullochs going back to our roots and attempting to break our own personal best drinking records. We will be hitting some comedy gigs, possibly destroying some form of deep-fried chocolate bar and definitely making Brewdog count. We are also off to see probably my favourite musician, Sufjan Stevens, at The Playhouse tomorrow evening.
It should be a great weekend. I'll keep you posted. For now here's my sister getting into the spirit.
