So I’ve just returned from Scotland (again), this time for Ben Hood’s 30th Robin Hood themed Edinburgh weekend. It started at Newcastle train station at about 13.30 on Friday where we met for the train, there were seven of us travelling from the Toon and a further two coming up from Wakefield, they were on a different train to us so we all met up in the pub at Edinburgh train station. The next task was to get to the hotel which was quite a way out of the city centre. We were very specific that we wanted to go to the Travel Lodge but it still resulted in the taxi driver taking us to the Travel Inn. Eventually we made it there, checked in grabbed some food and headed back out into town.

The problem with Edinburgh seemed to be that they didn’t really like big groups of male only groups, there was 13 of us in total and we got turned away from quite a few places, and when we did get into places one of us would get thrown out for no reason. Friday night was a bit rubbish really. I topped it off with a tikka kebab from Hunza kebab and escorted Wes back to the hotel, he was wasted.

Saturday was a big day we started drinking at about 2pm, the bizzare thing was that we were dressed in fancy dress, some of us Robin Hood, some just generic merry men and others frier tucks. It was very funny and we had more success getting into bars. We actually got in everywhere we tried and managed not to get thrown out of anywhere, it was a major success.

I can’t remember at exactly what time we decided to give up drinking, but it happened at around midnight so 5 of us went for an Indian, it was quite nice. But never before have I had a pershwari nann with honey on before. After the Indian we were gonna have another beer, but failed miserably so decided to get a taxi back to the hotel. At first we spent around 30 mins walking round trying to flag one down, this failed so in the end had to stand for around 40 mins at a rank waiting in the rain. It was a great end to the night!

And so to today, there’s not much to say really. We checked out, went to the pub and then got the train back. The strange thing was the cab journey from the hotel, Keith was feeling a bit rough. Usually when a taxi driver here’s this you’d expect the usual comments about not throwing up. But not this driver, he actually took us on the most bizzare route ever just so he could race over speed humps just to make him feel worse. Luckily there was no vomiting in the cab, although it did happen about 10 seconds after been dropped off at the station.

Anyway that’s about as much as is printable, so I’m off to bed now so that I can get up for a nice day of doing nothing.

Goodnight.