2004-08-10 - 7:30 p.m.

Monday came and went, and still no word, and Pablo saw that it was bad. Luckily, he was living it up in Edinburgh and taking in Fringe shows like a trainee hairdresser at a conference of how to deal with hair tat hangs over your forehead, possibly the worst analogy ever written but he was on the hoof on a youth hostel "computer" and was having a weird enough time writing about himself in the third person.

Edinburgh is fun and expensive - it's like a party om my credit card, and everyone's invited! But I wouldn't miss it for the world, and me and Bruce are soaking up culture like big spongy things. The weather is a slight downer, but there's a certain romanticism in having to stop every thirty yards to wring all your clothes out. I bought an attractive anorak as well.

More as it happens. Here's Bob with the weather:

Bob: "It's going to be fucking bucketing down. For ever."