Draft Guinness was the drink of necessity throughout the city for many years of the 1980s.
Stepping off the train at Waverley Station, I was immediately blasted in the face by the pungent smell of brewing… Auld Reekie was going to be my home for the next three years.
I had four destinations in mind, two of which I knew would have cask ale available, but the other two required much crossing of fingers.
Our Queens would have frowned on that sort of thing, you know.
Charles Dickens and I have a long-shared history of pubs.