I was meant to meet EF and KMcL at the Edinburgh Omni Centre for a swim, but I was too embarrassed to walk up Broughton Street in my gaping chain mail mini dressing gown. It was far too revealing: I looked like a prostitute. As things turned out neither of my friends went for a swim after all. EF had had her hair done instead.
Later the three of us dressed in coordinating raspberry red, white and blue outfits, then set off to meet LF. He had promised to take us to a café where you paid using the latest in plastic currencies.