is pretty much how it went. Couple of après work drinks in the ‘sun’, followed by meeting up with Annabel, Antonio et al to celebrate Annabel finishing her finals, followed by a party thrown by a bunch of DJ types in Bruntsfield (which inevitably turned into a mini club in their front room – not necessarily a bad thing, mind). All well and good, but singularly without incident.

Saturday morning passed in my sleep. Saturday afternoon was a world of pain. Saturday night was a carbon copy of Friday evening, except instead of winding up at a party thrown by a group of DJs, we wound up at a party thrown by Josh’s old uni committee mates. Our collective heart wasn’t really in it, though, and we caught a cab home around 3.

On Sunday I finally broke the mould and got out in the sun for a while. I looked around a few flats, one or two of which were surprisingly reasonable, then went for a cycle around Arthur’s Seat and Calton Hill, new and non-geriatric iPod in tow.

Music -> Artists -> Led Zeppelin -> All -> Play

Bliss. Lying in the sun, watching the odd seagull drift overhead (and politely not crapping on my face), listening to guitar riffs not so much written as discovered, is a fine way to spend an hour or two of a Sunday afternoon.