I was rolling down an eerily quiet St Mary’s St to the Cowgate last night at 6pm the only vehicles being a bicycle close to gutter and a big silver car. The owners of each vehicle were engaged in a You’re a Dick Head No you are a Dick Head spat. I think the silver car had cut up the cyclist then immediately stopped at the lights.
I looked over at the cyclist to see if he required any assistance but he was going for it solo. So I took advantage of the pedestrian crossing to get away from the rancour. Having let a group of students gain safe passage.
Oi you the cyclist shouts at me - don’t cross on that green man You Dick Head.
I said Keep me out of your argument,
Got a laugh from the students, who were happily ambling up the Cowgate. Sadly, none of the hostel dwellers were out on the corner to enjoy the show.
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