Pub 'n' Chips Summer Stagger
Well, Fraser (aka Gibson Junior) was going to write
a report on this, but nothing's appeared yet, so I'll
have a go...
It was an epic this year, with the highest number of
Carnethies ever on a Pub 'n' Chips run. There were
significant differences between the estimates from
the police and the organisers, however attendance is
believed to have peaked at around 30...fortunately
below the threshold to trigger a Morningside kettling...
Anyway, most of us gathered at KB, where the first
turn-up of the evening was the arrival of three Lady
Ga-Gas in pink wigs. Fortunately for the vegetarians
present, meat frocks were not considered the most practical running
attire. And even with a 7:15pm start Matt still managed
to be late, screeching in on two wheels as we all set
off up Blackford Hill.
The usual route through the Astley Ainslie was closed,
so two alternative routes (a side entrance...or a hop
over a wall!) were used to find our way through to
the Merlin. The beer was a Caledonian special I can't
remember the name of, and the official standing of
the run was increased as we collected El Presidente,
Monsignor Treasurer and our Distinguished Former Secretary.
Gordon popped down to Stefano's to get them started
on large-scale chip-cooking duties, then we made our
way to Bennet's, for an excellent round of Kelburn's
Goldihops. The very friendly staff even changed the
barrel for us as we fed and rehydrated outside.
A quick skip round the corner took us to the Waiting
Room for some Tyneside Blondes. The barman was slightly
bemused, and with me being unsure of our numbers, combined
with the lack of an abacus behind the bar, we ended
up with a couple of extra halves. Before we got too
worried about who would drink them, we remembered we
had Willie (aka Gibson Senior), which meant they evaporated
tout, and indeed, suite.
Crossing the road, we avoided both the oncoming traffic,
and the Morning Glory, and took in some cultural history,
at the site of Edinburgh's last hanging of two highwaymen.
Who'd have thunk it? Pubs! Chips!! Culture!? ...and
Still, the lure of Pimms seemed to be distracting people
and the traditionalists in the group braved the midges
on the Buckstone Terrace, whilst the softer ones amongst
us hid indoors nursing our Deuchars IPA.
There were no such problems (either midges or Pimms)
on the summit of Braids, just a lovely evening as the
light started to drift. We managed our usual bash
across the golf course without attracting too much
ire from the lovable rogues hacking their way round,
and tootled through Mortonhall woods to the Stables
Bar. Midges drove everyone indoors, and into the arms
of Stewart's 80"...as the evening got darker,
so did the beer.
Leaving two Gibsons and a CaliBob in situ (they may
still be there now?), our feet took us back by Liberton
Tower to KB for the official finish...and then on for
the semi-(un)official end at Leslie's. Foolishly we
tried in vain to find out what Dr Matt had done his
PhD on - the general consensus was the little studied
field of "Grove-orrhoids"...
And that's where I left them...contentedly have a braw
blether and toying with where to head for their next
So, all of that, and no mention of Jimbob's explanation
of how he managed to get out of his wetsuit at the
triathlon...and for the sake of decency, let's keep
it that way... Thanks to everyone for coming along
- hope you all enjoyed it!
Neil's photos here.
Ali Hogg's album here