Monday, August 21, 2006


This is Brian's last full day in Edinburgh. So much has been going on that I've not been able to sit back and digest the time I've spent with him. It's all been so wonderful, he's been such a joy to hang out with, and now it's all coming to a close without me being able to prepare for it.

I can't believe I've just said hanging out. Those Yanks certainly rub off on wee Minge!

My brother, after chaning his plans several times (without telling me), came up with his wife, child and sister-in-law on Friday. It was quite stressful, but would have been even worse without Brian and Ian's calming influences. My brother, although I love him dearly, has no sense of planning or organisation at all and has a very short fuse. I'd better say no more on the matter or this might turn into a rant.

Brian returned to Edinburgh himself on Saturday and I was so pleased to see my wean.

My brother's sister-in-law was desperate to see Edinburgh's nightlife and so I accompanied them into the city on Saturday night. Brian and Ian graciously looked after their wee bairn while we went on a pub crawl. I felt terrible enough about this as it was. Can you imagine how awful I felt when we returned to find the child had plagued them with an eveing of ugly drama? Isabella vomited on Brian, soaking him from head to toe with baby spew. And we're talking projectile vomiting, here.

I just didn't know what to say, and still don't. I can find no words to express my shame, guilt and remorse.

I accompanied Brian to the Book Festival yesterday and we had a fine old time. We then went for lunch and met up with Ian. The two of them then went on to the Castle and I returned home to let the dogs out for a tiddle. I then returned to the city myself in the early evening after Brian's visit to one of Edinburgh's historical attractions. We went to a New York/Italian restaurant, stuffed our faces and then came home, early(ish) to bed...

And now today.

We've just come back from a visit to a wee chapel just outisde of Edinburgh. Ian and Brian have gone into town and I'm here blogging. I'm just about to make the bed in which my brother and his wife slept last night, them having left this morning. Brian will have his own room again tonight after having slept in with us last night. I hope my snoring didn't keep him awake! I'm off to the dentist now and then will meet up with my buddies after that torturous experience. In a reversal of yesterday's activities, Ian will then return home for a while so the dogs aren't too long without toilet time and then he'll meet up with us again later. We're hoping Alan will make it into the city and come out for a meal with us.

This evening, we're planning on watching Beautiful Thing. It's one of my favourite films of all time and I'm longing to share it with Brian.

Then, off to bed we'll go, the morning will come and Brian will be gone.

I'm very sad about that, dear reader, more sad than perhaps I should say. I wish he could stay a bit longer, perhaps ten or twenty years. Or longer.

Oh, and please excuse my vagueness about his movements. I'm aware that this holiday is very special for him and don't want to steal his thunder by trying to write about his experiences myself, especially before they appear on his blog - Destination Scotland.


The Brian said...

Beautiful Thing is terrific. He's never seen it!

Sounds like you're having a wonderful time. Cheers to Other Brian.

Moncrief Speaks said...

That's all so totally fantastic. I hope you're booking your tickets for Minnesota, Minge and Phyllis!

Voix said...

I can't wait to hear all about Brian's journey, but getting this much is really wonderful. I knew you'd all get along well. And it's just totally heartwarming to see you've all fallen in love with him just like I have.

Not like I want to deprive the fabulous Minge, but I am eager to get my Brian back. He's every bit as fabulous as you say.

Fletcher Beaver said...

What the hell is a wean?

RIC said...

That's very thoughtful of you, Minge! Let Brian have the privilege of making known whatever he feels like to.
I like that too: just a few more ten or twenty years... What's that on a human life scale, huh?...

Moncrief Speaks said...

Out of curiousity, what would you say instead of "hanging out"?

It must have creeped into British English to some extent because I think of that creepy "Little Britain" segment with the granny-loving kid played by David Walliams:

KID (on the pull): Where do you normally hang out?

GRAN: Day centre.

Moncrief Speaks said...

And I can't believe Brian has never seen "Beautiful Thing"!!

It's one of my faves too.

gab said...

hope youre having a good time

miss u xxxxxx

trying2hide said...

Minge are you there?

I don't have your email... does canagal?

trying2hide said...

got it off the profile.
gmailed ya'

Minge said...

Michèle, you can't have him back. No, never. And I have to punish him for buying books.

A wean is a small child.

Instead of saying I'd hang out with someone, I'd say that I'd go out with them or spend time with them. Hanging out is so American! You'll have me saying faucet next. What's wrong with tap?

Moncrief Speaks said...

Weirdly, we do say "tap water" and not "faucet water."

How was the film???

Voix said...

See, if you punish him for buying books, you'll never get to keep him. Brian buys books more often than he buys new clothes. One must appreciate the book lover! That is why he'll always come home to me.

Minge said...

We didn't see the film having returned hme far too late.

Brian told me to stop him from buying more books! As soon as my back was turned, he put his naughty head on! He told me that if he bought any more books I should spank him!

Moncrief Speaks said...

So did you?

Minge said...

Sadly, not. He kept calling me a dirty little boy.