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Day 240

Well, these look disgusting, don't they? One of the many variety of drinks to pass between my lips on the Edinburgh night out. I seem to remember this was Chambord and Bailey's. It curdled in your stomach, whatever it was. It was at about this point in the evening that Jonny decided to take himself outside for a tactical chunder (credit to him, he lasted the night) and Iona and Niki departed for other pursuits. That sounds worse than I meant it to. We stayed out until 5am, had a Maccy D's on the trek back to the flat, slept on a floor (which was wonderfully comfortable) and watched "Aliens" in the morning. Ahhh, ace night out.