The young lad who had been telling us about his eastern European Jewish heritage skipped ahead along Bruntsfield Place and stopped at a fast food outlet where he ordered a doner kebab. When we reached him TPR thought about asking for a portion of chips.

At the bus stop outside the shop we noticed a group of familiar faces from University days: HP, KP, GW, EW, PW and his girlfriend. GW told us that they had just tried to find us at our flat so it was a stroke of luck that we had all bumped into one another at the other side of town. I couldn’t understand why they hadn’t let us know in advance that they had plans to visit Edinburgh.

We took them to a pub just off the High Street. It was hardly a great night out. The conversation was very dull.