It is 3.30am in our little flat in Fountainbridge. The cast and crew of our shows are all a little bit the worse for wear, and the party has been gatecrashed by a group of itinerant magicians who appear to be squatting in a flat upstairs which is being rented by some American actors.
And all of us - Scots, Americans and Magicians of No Fixed Abode are singing "I've Got a Brand New Combine Harvester" louder than we should be in a holiday flat with paper-thin walls.
Altogether now: "I drove me tractor through your haystack last night..."
Nightcap
15 years ago
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