Aberdeen Ho!

Yes, it's true. Shortly the Horse Doctor and I shall be getting into the batmobile and making the short trip up to Aberdeen, to attend a well-publicised book launch. I anticipate many canned apes, though not much drunken carousing, since I am the designated driver. In the absence of agent Phil, I may also be called upon to wear cranachan at any given moment, but I draw the line at running around the quad in my underpants.

The Horse Doctor and I met in Aberdeen, oh so many years ago. We lived there for almost ten years before defecting, first to Edinburgh and thence Walesward. Going back is always fraught with problems - we have so many friends who still live up there, dotted around the city and surrounding countryside, that it is impossible to even begin seeing them all in a flying visit. Perhaps if we were to go up for a month we might manage it, but twenty-four hours means we can't fit everyone in. We've made the trip up there a few times since leaving in 1995, and it's always the same - heads down so as not to be seen. It's not that we don't want to catch up with auld acquaintance, but someone has to be missed out, so we reckon it's fairer to avoid everyone. I still reckon I'll bump into at least half a dozen people I know (it's that kind of town) and have to make apologetic noises for not coming to see them.

Tomorrow, if you're lucky, I'll report what happened when Dying Light was released on an unsuspecting public. If you're unlucky (and I've succumbed to food poisoning again), you'll have to wait until Thursday.