| RUNRIG AT EDINBURGH CASTLE 26/7/08 - MORE PICS TO FOLLOW WHEN JAMES SOBERS UP... |
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| Edinburgh, early-ish Saturday morning... |
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| A bloke with a skirt making a racket in the street... |
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| And another... |
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| A bloke with long hair making a racket in the pub... |
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| The tardis on Grassmarket... |
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| Kenny, James and Steve. James had no idea of the sever hangover that was about to engulf him... |
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| Outside Finnegan's Tweek, where the world's stroppiest barmaid works... |
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| James, Steve and Liz... |
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| Great view on the way to the gig... |
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| The crowd started to gather early... |
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| Plenty of drinking was done before we got to the Castle... |
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| View from inside the Castle arena... |
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| And again. Note red telephone boxes... |
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| You take the high road... |
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| And I'll take the low road... |
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| And this lot were in Scotland before me... |
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| The sun sets over the stage... |
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| And getting into the mood... |
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| Runrig pulled off an amazing performance... |
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| And saved all the classics until last... |
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| Edinburgh Castle, dusk... |
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| Great, great band... |
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| Not as lively a crowd as the Maiden lot but some got on their feet, eventually... |
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| We want more, we want more... |
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| And we got more as well... |
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| Sunday morning and the worst hangover in the history of the planet takes it's grip... |
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| But it didn't affect all of us... |
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| The world's most pierced lady...... |
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| She's in the Guinness Book Of Records... |
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| Don't fancy yours much, love... |
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| I wanted something typically Scottish for the new office... |
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| So I bought a big fuck-off sword... |
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| Liz with Greyfriars Bobby... |
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| And back to Grassmarket for the last drinks of the day... |
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| Me, Jimbo's friend and my Scottish flag... |
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| Definitely the last drink of the day... |
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| Well, almost... |