I’m from Edinburgh - it’s a great place to be from, but last summer I almost got fooled into moving back there.
I was there on the hottest day of the year, probably the hottest day of the decade. When it’s like that it’s easy to be seduced by Edinburgh. It can seem quite appealing if you’re not getting bammed up by radges or fighting your way up steep, slippery roads with horizontal rain hammering into your face. Edinburgh is a city built on hills, which isn’t unique, but there is a weird geographical anomaly there that I’ve never encountered anywhere else: wherever you’re going in Edinburgh, its always uphill. Especially when you’re drunk and trying to get home without spilling your chips.
So I spent a sunny day in Leith. Leith’s great, its one of the friendliest places you’ll find and despite the high likelihood of getting stabbed or addicted to smack its easy to have a good time there.
This is what Leith looks like under the rare glare of the sun.
Well I almost got through that without making any gratingly obvious Sunshine on Leith references, but it’d be a shame not to share this video of Hibs fans singing after winning one of these football competitions they’re always having. Being, as I am, foppish and bookish, I don’t follow football or support a team, but this brings a tear to my eye - and makes me feel like I might be missing out on life by sitting at home foppishly reading books while people are swaying about arm-in-arm ecstatically singing Proclaimers songs.
I love Edinburgh, and it’s a great place to live, but it’s not the same town I grew up in - I don’t know if you can even get a deep-fried pizza there anymore. Tom Wolfe nailed it when he said “you can’t go home again”.