That's them jockies for you. I spent best part of 10 years up there working, clubbing and DJing and the scottish appetite for narcotics never ceased to amaze me.
There was one time a bunch of E's were knocking people over down south so they shipped them up to Edinburgh - you couldn't get hold of them for love nor money that weekend in Scotland. The sweaties had done the lot.
Saturday, Sunday and Monday mornings the early bars like the Phoenix or the Penny Black or the Walk-in were mobbed with post clubbers drinking and chopping out lines of whizz on the pub tables. Nobody gave a fuck. Dibble weren't bothered because that way they knew where everyone was and they weren't doing any harm (except to themselves).
The only one I remember being shut down was the Boundary bar on the Edinburgh Leith border down the walk where the Leith half the pub had extended hours so everyone was shoved up in that corner. The place got shut down as the landlady was knocking out smack from behind the counter.
