(Below the streets of Edinburgh are a loathsome race of vampiric creatures- they live in hollowed-out vaults.)
Meeting Pete a small blondeish boy in a pastel suit when on an anxious night errand in the west end of Edinburgh-
An old school mate. Somehow i get enveigled with him and his mates, a bunch of hulking bouncers, fashion plates, lads....
Down we go into a cavern for a drink, a kind of a cellar.
Me rather anxious and wary. Before i even ask for my customary pint of lager one materialises before me- yellow pale stuff. Which i sip.
Well now down here in this cellar is no ordinary pub. For a start admittance is only permitted for the young and fashionable. A Fashion Theme pub! Where the young ladies, fashion students, cut out textiles with cloth-scissors, squares of houndstooth fabric, cotton reels, smell of finance and sniffishness. So i feel rather out of place.
Fashion-Pub, Fashion-Gathering, Fashion-Enclave underground!....
Dark like an Italian bistro.