Edinburgh

I'm just about to go into Edinburgh to do a few things. I feel like being a complete bitch. I'll report on my bitchiness when I get back. I feel like driving around the city with a broom and whacking people on the arse. I might even fart in close proximity to a policeman. "What a stink," I could say, and mean it, though the policeman may never know if I'm talking about him or my rare guff.