  Once more, a routine (and compulsory) visit to the Port O' Leith has ended back at the keyboard. Several previous invitations have resulted in me losing patience trying to select a username sufficiently weird for nobody else on the planet to have thought of it. So, here's me. I have lived in Leith, just up the lane from the previously mentioned establishment, on and (more often) off for 18 years. Don't know if I qualify as a Leither yet - depends who you talk to. More often off because I spend most of my time cruising the world's oceans in unashamed luxury on board ship. The Island Princess? The QE2? No such tat for me. Large containerships. Basically a big box full of little boxes, a point on the front and a BIG engine at the back, all shoved through the water by "thae big brass fans", as one Captain once described the props. I am an engineer, and will go no further down that path, as it bores the crap out of most people (even worse than golf or cricket. Leith, then. Huge changes from the early days. Property prices have gone berserk - much to my advantage - and I am probably in one of the oldest 'conversions' in Leith.
Visited by me in 1986 during a rainstorm. I arrived dripping wet (motorbike, you see), had a quick sketch round the show flats, and was about to leave, unimpressed. "Have you seen the garage? " a voice said from the darkened Barratt office in a corner. Twenty minutes later, I arrived back home and announced to my mother that I had bought a flat in Leith. I think she fainted. I am still here. Must be doing something right... 
