Hoorah. The Embra 'lith swells.
Where you movin' to? I have a few hints. DO NOT move to Craigmillar, Granton or Wester Hailes. The rest is generally all good.
Whatcha doin?
Oh, do enjoy. Wonderful city, wonderful countryside - nice biking around them thar parts, too. Really, really pleased for both of you. Do hope you enjoy it!
Hi cube, don't worry, I used to live in Edinburgh so I know not to go buying a penthouse apartment in Wester Hailes. We'll probably get somewhere in Newington or thereabouts cause I'll be working in Holyrood Road. And we'll be renting to start.
And thanks everyone - it's exciting. Though we're getting pissed off with trying to book train tickets up to look for a flat - it's dear and they're all at the wrong times. Pah.
It does look cool on SG, but that's because it was a film set. Unless you share with six very rich people there is no way you could live in a flat like that these days.
Cheers, toksik! It'll be good to meet everyone - I've lost track of who's in Scotland.
The only downside of all this is the dreaded family connection - my Mum and Dad and sister are all down in England now but there's a whole batch still in Lanarkshire with whom relations are .... strained. I'll have to do a bt of grandparent visiting, which will involve skulking round and trying not to bump into anyone else! oh, the joy of family.
Ha, welcome back to the world of depressed people, poverty-level pay, a spiralling crime rate, unhealthy living, too much smoking, poor housing, and grunting, gutteral speech.
And, of course, I'm talking about regional journalism, not Edinburgh.
Thanks Lilith - unfortunately we seem to be going up on the most popular weekend of the year, and flights, even with the cheapie companies, were going to cost a fortune. The train's a wee bit cheaper, so we've booked that, but it's still not a bargain.
It's good news you come up to Scotland lots though - let us know when you're about.
Good luck and all that...We need to get another Scot moved down to London to balance things out....You'll be able to have a deep fried pizza now (deep fried pizza can you just imagine!)
I loooove deep fried pizza. Just the thought of it makes me all warm and happy. We didn't get chippie food often when I was wee but when we did, I used to eat my pizza supper lying in front of the fire with a glass of Irn Bru - I'm a walking, talking stereotype, me.
Flowers - cybersex is soooo last year. It's all about the text sex now. Just don't tell on me to News of the World.
Bear - you don't need more Scots in London. This just meants that it's time for you all to realize the error of your ways and move back to your homeland. If my plan works then you can expect to be fired from your job by this time next week and you'll have to move back. I tried the same with Xoc and Ganesh but their reality is so smutty that I just couldn't come up with any filthy rumours that could shame them and get them fired.
Perhaps it's time for a thread on how Barbelith-London is dyyyyyying, man.
I don't know if I should. I may damage my country's culinary reputation.
Oh, all right then. Okay - the basic premise is that to heat something up in Scotland, you put it in hot fat. Overs, grills, microwaves - pah, no, you chuck it in the chip pan.
So if you go to a Scottish chip shop and ask for, say, a steak pie and chips, or a pizza and chips (known as a steak pie supper or a pizza supper) the pie or pizza is put in the deep fat frier along with the chips.
They use those cheap plastic-wrapped pizzas you can buy at the supermarket for about 25p. And there's no real way of knowing if they take the plastic off.
I didn't have normal pizza till I was about 12, and I was less than impressed when I did.
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