The Edinburgh BA FT Do
Sep 8, 2024 | 5:08 pm
#92
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Sep 8, 2024 | 9:36 pm
#93
Join Date: Apr 2010
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Sep 8, 2024 | 11:46 pm
#94
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Sep 9, 2024 | 2:01 am
#95
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Arriving at Newcastle station exactly on time, the station and the road outside is awash with runners sporting their medals and silver heat blankets.
And that brings this trip to an end as most of them finish, with me writing this update whilst sitting in an Uber heading for home.
Something of a different weekend but good fun.
Unless I decided to do something stupid, the next trip will be a tier point run booked way back when I was young and foolish, 15 flights in total to San Jose California and back.
And that brings this trip to an end as most of them finish, with me writing this update whilst sitting in an Uber heading for home.
Something of a different weekend but good fun.
Unless I decided to do something stupid, the next trip will be a tier point run booked way back when I was young and foolish, 15 flights in total to San Jose California and back.
Sep 9, 2024 | 9:42 am
#98
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If you are ever going to visit Franconia, Nürnberg in particular, please enjoy the "3 im weckla" (three local sausages in a roll) with 3 nicely grilled "Rostbratwürstchen" in a "Brötchen":
(Picture from https://tourismus.nuernberg.de/infor...l/3-im-weggla/)
If I reconsider, any standard German sausage will do the trick ... ;-)
And about the report: Nicely done as always and I will see how things are in Edinburgh when we attend the Scotland vs. Portugal Rugby game in November!
Sep 9, 2024 | 10:04 am
#99
Join Date: Apr 2012
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My little German soul is so not amused!
If you are ever going to visit Franconia, Nürnberg in particular, please enjoy the "3 im weckla" (three local sausages in a roll) with 3 nicely grilled "Rostbratwürstchen" in a "Brötchen":
(Picture from https://tourismus.nuernberg.de/infor...l/3-im-weggla/)
If I reconsider, any standard German sausage will do the trick ... ;-)
If you are ever going to visit Franconia, Nürnberg in particular, please enjoy the "3 im weckla" (three local sausages in a roll) with 3 nicely grilled "Rostbratwürstchen" in a "Brötchen":
(Picture from https://tourismus.nuernberg.de/infor...l/3-im-weggla/)
If I reconsider, any standard German sausage will do the trick ... ;-)
Sep 9, 2024 | 10:31 am
#100
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Sep 10, 2024 | 4:26 am
#101
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Wonderful trip report there JapesUK, thoroughly enjoyed it all 
so thanks for all your efforts taking the time as i know it's quite time consuming.
Nice to meet you at the Do which was excellent I thought.
so thanks for all your efforts taking the time as i know it's quite time consuming.Nice to meet you at the Do which was excellent I thought.
Sep 10, 2024 | 9:31 am
#102
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The last time I was inside that building (or more precisely, someplace beneath it) was 50 years ago as I was being processed in the incredibly medieval-looking gaol/jail way down in the bowels of the old Parliament House (now the Supreme Court complex.)
I had started the morning in Moscow at the end of a 2-week tour of Soviet Central Asia, then flown to Gatwick where I'd left my car, then drove all the way back to my flat in Stockbridge. A knock on the door as I was decompressing (around 11 PM) and two of Edinburgh's finest invited me to accompany them on their enquiries, as it were. I asked what the charge was and was informed that I was being arrested for nonpayment of numerous parking tickets. I am not making this up.
It's true that I was a parking scofflaw - I had willfully ignored the numerous tickets I'd gotten while I was doing my postgrad work at Edin. U., but I had no idea they could morph into arrestable offenses. Silly me.
I rode in the back of the Black Moriah through the empty streets of the city, then found myself standing in front of a booking cop. The cells were in some dungeon/basement below the Parliament building - arched ceilings and the whole works. A jailer (gaoler?) walked by with a huge ring of old keys. He suffered from being a hunchback. Again, I am not making this up.
A conversation with the booking sergeant concluded with me posting ten quid bail (I threatened to get the US consul out of bed) and a commandment to be in the Burgh court the next morning. Fine. Rumble home, end of a long day.
The next morning I was fined 50 quid and admonished to sin no more. I fought the law and the law won.
I had started the morning in Moscow at the end of a 2-week tour of Soviet Central Asia, then flown to Gatwick where I'd left my car, then drove all the way back to my flat in Stockbridge. A knock on the door as I was decompressing (around 11 PM) and two of Edinburgh's finest invited me to accompany them on their enquiries, as it were. I asked what the charge was and was informed that I was being arrested for nonpayment of numerous parking tickets. I am not making this up.
It's true that I was a parking scofflaw - I had willfully ignored the numerous tickets I'd gotten while I was doing my postgrad work at Edin. U., but I had no idea they could morph into arrestable offenses. Silly me.
I rode in the back of the Black Moriah through the empty streets of the city, then found myself standing in front of a booking cop. The cells were in some dungeon/basement below the Parliament building - arched ceilings and the whole works. A jailer (gaoler?) walked by with a huge ring of old keys. He suffered from being a hunchback. Again, I am not making this up.
A conversation with the booking sergeant concluded with me posting ten quid bail (I threatened to get the US consul out of bed) and a commandment to be in the Burgh court the next morning. Fine. Rumble home, end of a long day.
The next morning I was fined 50 quid and admonished to sin no more. I fought the law and the law won.
Sep 10, 2024 | 9:37 am
#103
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The last time I was inside that building (or more precisely, someplace beneath it) was 50 years ago as I was being processed in the incredibly medieval-looking gaol/jail way down in the bowels of the old Parliament House (now the Supreme Court complex.)
I had started the morning in Moscow at the end of a 2-week tour of Soviet Central Asia, then flown to Gatwick where I'd left my car, then drove all the way back to my flat in Stockbridge. A knock on the door as I was decompressing (around 11 PM) and two of Edinburgh's finest invited me to accompany them on their enquiries, as it were. I asked what the charge was and was informed that I was being arrested for nonpayment of numerous parking tickets. I am not making this up.
It's true that I was a parking scofflaw - I had willfully ignored the numerous tickets I'd gotten while I was doing my postgrad work at Edin. U., but I had no idea they could morph into arrestable offenses. Silly me.
I rode in the back of the Black Moriah through the empty streets of the city, then found myself standing in front of a booking cop. The cells were in some dungeon/basement below the Parliament building - arched ceilings and the whole works. A jailer (gaoler?) walked by with a huge ring of old keys. He suffered from being a hunchback. Again, I am not making this up.
A conversation with the booking sergeant concluded with me posting ten quid bail (I threatened to get the US consul out of bed) and a commandment to be in the Burgh court the next morning. Fine. Rumble home, end of a long day.
The next morning I was fined 50 quid and admonished to sin no more. I fought the law and the law won.
I had started the morning in Moscow at the end of a 2-week tour of Soviet Central Asia, then flown to Gatwick where I'd left my car, then drove all the way back to my flat in Stockbridge. A knock on the door as I was decompressing (around 11 PM) and two of Edinburgh's finest invited me to accompany them on their enquiries, as it were. I asked what the charge was and was informed that I was being arrested for nonpayment of numerous parking tickets. I am not making this up.
It's true that I was a parking scofflaw - I had willfully ignored the numerous tickets I'd gotten while I was doing my postgrad work at Edin. U., but I had no idea they could morph into arrestable offenses. Silly me.
I rode in the back of the Black Moriah through the empty streets of the city, then found myself standing in front of a booking cop. The cells were in some dungeon/basement below the Parliament building - arched ceilings and the whole works. A jailer (gaoler?) walked by with a huge ring of old keys. He suffered from being a hunchback. Again, I am not making this up.
A conversation with the booking sergeant concluded with me posting ten quid bail (I threatened to get the US consul out of bed) and a commandment to be in the Burgh court the next morning. Fine. Rumble home, end of a long day.
The next morning I was fined 50 quid and admonished to sin no more. I fought the law and the law won.
