Some Like It Hot

Wednesdays come and go, but, springing up the steps of Fleshmarket Close, hot foot from the Aberdeen train, harboring visions of Fetuccini washed down with copious amounts of fine Pinot Grigio, my day was plunged into disarray by the sight of a gaggle of youngsters of forbidding aspect loitering with malign intent in the doorway [...]

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