Back at the butchers

As I said its always good for the old soul to pop into the butchers shop in Bruntsfield that is Wm Christie and Son.

Because Angus is a laugh and indeed his brother Bob is a laugh and further, Jody, Angus’s new wife from Toronto city is a laugh too. So that’s a guaranteed 3 laughs on a good day if they all pitch up. Which is more than you’ll get than going to a Frank Skinner comedy show and twenty eight bucks cheaper.

And of course you never quite know who will pop in. Yesterday, there was a rather dapper chappy in a kilt who I kind of recognised. He was quite obviously a tour guide as he had his badge on. So my starter for ten was ‘are you a blue badge?’ To which he replied ‘yes how do you know?’ To which I rather stated that he was indeed wearing his STGA blue badge.

But this was veritably the tour guide chap Joe, who does a lot of you tube videos with his buddy and is doing rather well by all accounts, as they have now chalked up a hundred and twenty videos.

But what fun he is. And doing pretty buoyantly as well it appears, as he has a group of seventy clients for a week who are staying in the Waldorf nonetheless.

I explained that I hadn’t made the grade as a blue badge guide and was soldiering on doing my own little thing.

And yesterday I did just that. I had four lovely americans from Seattle who I escorted around a damp Edinburgh. It was a lovely day all told.

Unfortunately I have not been given a bag for the Dunhill this week though. A bit of a shame. But I was glad to see my pal John had picked up Catherine Zeta Jones. Or more correctly he has bagged Catherine Zeta Jones. No maybe that’s not quite the way to put it. But you get my drift. He has got her bag (golf bag).

But John Crawford deserves that as he is a very decent guy. He told me that he actually played in the Dunhill one year as they used to give a slot for one chap from Leuchars Station. He got a friend to caddie for him and said forget the goff, his job was to make sure that he made the most of the gratuitous hospitality that is lavishly laid on throughout the week. He wanted to be the last man standing at each night’s bash.

Now there is a man I can relate to.

But oh my goodness, Matt Wallace the personality-challenged golfer has just walked into Taste as I write this!

And the day had started off so very swimmingly. I have even got a shout of a job in Luvians Wine shop after a wee chat with Quintin who said they were looking for someone.

Taste really is an excellent place.