I can't lie. I am very curious as to what is going on in this room somewhere in a certain building in the heart of Edinburgh. I'd like to think some special, unworldly event is taking place in there. Nothing too bad, maybe just a bit strange or experimental. You know like dogs playing poker, some counterfeit financial process getting up and running or an illicit meeting of the local branch of the illuminati where they discuss further improvements to the city's system of cycle paths and cycle friendly road schemes ... all in order to act out their terrible revenge on the stubborn citizens of Auld Reekie. That does sound bad, but also realistic. So who actually has access to this place? Who made up the sign? Not that any of this really matters.
Another eBay time wasting, head numbing bargain. Nine English Pounds and free postage for a very neat and tidy, unused aluminium Strat scratch plate.
George the cat soaks up some March time golden sun flakes.
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