After being called mr Bruce the toff I walked the lengthbof union street to chapel street. Only to find another huge queue. Do people not have lives I. Aberdeen or is just that there are only 4 taxis ? Anyway……made my way to Davie the bakers for a sausage softie and brown sauce and the got inolved in a 10 minute conversation with the Indian guy (who actually is a toff) who had a baldy head, then a bad wig but has resorted to a baldy head under his bakers hat. He calls me boss – I quite like that !!!
Apparently he used to work in Dubai for 8 years in charge of the, ermmmm, actually I’m not sure what he said, he said it twice and then I just agreed. His wife worked in a hospital, that I did get – oh and that he’s going to India in 2 weeks time to see the family.
If you are ever out late and hungry in Aberdeen, forget the kebabs, pizzas etc just go to davies in chapel street and get stuff from them – that’ll sort you out.
Ps finally got a taxi to take me to the airport !! And the effin place doesn’t open till 4 – Jesus it’s cold !!!
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