I remember being in a bar in (excuse the spelling) Craig Muller, I think it was…
It was new years and we were in a bar, No idea of the name…… I said to my mate…
“ I want to go have a drink over there in the Target pub”
My mate laughed and the bar maid shouted,
“ Billy get this edjet a crash helmet and a knife he’s off to the target” The whole pub looked round and that was the end of that….Lovely Place….
The area you are thinking of has to be Craigmiller and yes its a council estate in Edinburgh. A VERY rough area (at least it was when I was a child). You were lucky to get out alive Bundle.
My parents split up when I was 8 and my mother was given a council house on this estate...what a shock to the system that was. I learnt very quickly that it was survival of the fittest and boy could I run
Reminds me of when I went up to Edinburgh to visit my sister with my English boyfriend. She lived in Granton (for those of you that know Edinburgh) another very rough estate. His face was a picture when he saw where she lived, he was convinced his car would be a burnt out shell by the morning.
First stop for an ex pat is the CHIPPY....mmmmmmmm mince pie supper. He was a bit reluctant to go with me but I insisted. Inside the chippy while waiting in the queue I asked him what he wanted and he justs shrugged. You have to tell me what you want I said, so he points to a piece of fish. Salt and sauce I ask..he shakes his head.
Turns out he was terrified to speak with his English accent coz he thought he would get beaten to a pulp.
That was the only weekend in our 5 year relationship that he didn't go to the pub
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