Current mood:	amused
Current music:	Royksopp - Only This Moment

The sun sets slowly over Edinburgh. I'm sitting in the Meadows, book in one hand, beer in the other. I've just done some poi, but I'm a little tired - out of practice. Sitting next to me is Tim, intrepid explorer hat {tm} on his head, also sipping a beer and grinning, as we watch a pair practicing acrobalance nearby.

Suddenly there's a great wheezing sound, a honk and then a loud droning. I'm awakened from my dreamy state by a short, bearded man with wiry ginger hair. He's huffing and puffing into an unfeasibly large set of bagpipes (or perhaps he's just unfeasibly small), while doing a little jig around his group of lager-swilling, sunburnt anti-hippies. His friends cheer him as he goes shrieking up towards young couples lying on the grass; groups of students with guitars and drums, valiantly continuing to play as he makes his presence felt. The entire Meadows are aware of him now.

Someone shouts, 'Gie it a rest', but he continues unabated - wild-eyed and dancing as though were he not to dance, the pipes would take him over with their sheer weight.

The mood shatttered and the midges out in force, people start packing up their things. He finally lays down the bagpipes. I finish my beer and head home.