Fire Engine and Espionage
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April 18th, 2009 – by: sarahelaine
And then, we went for a ride in a fire engine. Not a real one, obviously. Well, it is sort of a real one. But it has three bottles of cheap champagne, a sniggering driver and cheesy club tunes, so not really.
I had been unconvinced about the fire engine, because no-one ever wants to be one of those mad women screaming out of the window of a fire engine.
So if you were one of the people I bellowed at, I'm sorry. The fire engine rolled around the streets, up and down the grassmarket, and past the Castle, until we got to the Edinburgh capital of hen and stag dos and rugby tours, Espionage, and I have never seen so many people in fancy dress in one place at one time. And of course, there is something about being in a hen party that attracts some very intense attention. There are probably several photos of the bride, and all the hens, firmly presenting a cheek to people demanding kisses. And at one point we were playing volleyball with ... look, call it a balloon, OK?
Funnily enough, we were all done by about 1am, and home to our own beds. It was a great night.
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