Last night I drank quite a few 10/10-quality pints of Guinness at the Phoenix Inn Ale House in Inverness, all excellently poured. Popped into a kebab shop for a chicken shish and saw a fight outside: totally wankered bloke come-on-thening two others, before one swept his leg and panelled him in front of a taxi.
Bend It Like Beckham was on the hotel TV. A naff film, but feels like a real time capsule now, right down to the Nokia ringtones and random bursts of Basement Jaxx. HD hasn't done any of the actors favours, and it somehow feels way older than it is...fell asleep to the sound of drunks and seagulls screaming outside...