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Everyone needs a bit of minge in their lives.
Well, not *everybody*, but you get the idea ;)
I shan't look at that now.
Dear Minge and anyone else, I am planning to do a post, in hono(u)r of you lot, about my trip to Edinburgh in 2003. I just wish it were a bit more memorable and naughty, as Moncrief was an oddly good and rather dull visitor.
Usually good with names, I have lost track of so many. Can you remind me what the name of that gay pub is in a residential part of New Town, where you go down a set of stairs into it? There's a kind of back room (not BACK ROOM) in addition to the front bar area.
It was across from a gay hotel that I think is there no longer. Do you remember its name?
I wish I had known Minge, Alan, and ucallmemadam at the time! To think I was that close and ended up speaking instead to some freaky German guy who wanted to tie me up and going to bed at midnight!
I only found that by looking at my stats. Someone was looking for Minge...!
that's all we want you for too!
I think the bar you're talking about is called Blue Moon, or it could be Cafe Habana? I'm not sure though as I don't go out in Edinburgh very much.
Moncrief, what a shame I didn't know you in 2003!
Any chance you'll be coming back?
Why were you a good boy?
The pub is called The Laughing Duck (at least I think that's the one you mean). It's closed down now. Not sure about it being opposite a gay hotel, so I might be wrong. It could either be The Stag and Turret or The Newtown Bar. Either of those ring a bell?
you have beans to spill, Moncrief! I want to know about the German!
I think it was on Broughton Street.
The other one looks as if it is on Howe Street.
It was definitely one of those Newtown streets with lots of Georgian housing blocks. And then this kind of non-descript bar.
The hotel may have had "Broughton" in the title. It wasn't like a HOTEL with a big sign out front but more like a known gay hotel that looked just like another housing block (or whatever you call them) from the front.
I wish I had stayed longer there and had been more adventerous. It was an odd trip that summer. (I was only up there for 3-4 days, the rest of the time I was in England).
Did you ever read my London story on my blog?
Try www.gaytoz.com.
Or it might be www.gaytoz.co.uk.
Give it a go.
I'll ask Ian when he comes in.
You need to add "from work" to the end of your "I'll ask Ian when he comes in" sentence. Us poor innocent sorts could get all confused otherwise....
You know I really think it was the New Town Bar on Dublin Street, before it was remodeled. We'll go with that anyway, it sounds right. I think I just remember "Broughton" because I like the name, but that I actually stayed on Dublin Street.
Fascinating I know. I will continue to research.
Be curious if Ian has insight.
Moncrief, I just read your London post. It's wonderful. What happened when you got back to the hotel? And did you see him again?
Thanks, Minge.
What happened? We played Monopoly and watched telly.
Really - what do you think happened!
No, I never saw him or emailed withhim again. I think he had a husband and was having a naughty weekend.
I think you're lying! I don't think you played Monopoly at all!
Did you play Scrabble?
Or was it The Butter Game?
I sounds like the New Town Bar. I have never been in it. Certainly your description of the street sounds good and teh gay hotel opposite still advertises in gay times. There is a dark back room apparently.
Ah.
I didn't get the sense the back room was all that BACK ROOM but maybe it is now that they've remodeled.
I'm certain it was that bar.
If that hotel still advertises, pop the info over to Brian who's looking for accod. It was a nice, cheap place. I can't find hide or tail mention of it anywhere online though and I assumed it closed.
I finally figured out what that guest house I stayed at is called: The Mansfield House. With an interview with its owner and photos at site.
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