Headed home in the genial company of Greenroofer last night, we came across a new canal situation. At the entrance to bridge six, in Wester Hailes a gentleman was dancing rather enthusiatically on the towpath to the music in his headphones. He was middle aged, topless, wearing shorts and quite absorbed in what he was doing. He had the build of a dancer - lean and muscular, and his dancing resembled that of the Skilz Dat Kilz team in the film Dodgeball - a sort of athletic hip-hop moonwalk.
Greenroofer declared 'coming through!' and went past. I hesitated and got a barrage of Polish for my pains. I recognised the word for 'thank you' but nothing else. I think he was upset because I cycled on his shadow - a heretofore unsuspected piece of aqueduct etiquette.