the beginning of my brother-in-law's edinburgh
travelouge jogged a couple memories of my own. it was indeed a bit weird staying right next door to the US consulate in Edinburgh. one got the feeling that petty crime was probably down in the area, but that one policeman without a gun wasn't going to stop someone trying to make a real statement.
based on limited exposure to broadcast tv in portugal it would appear that the only thing on are the news, soap operas, and subtitled james bond movies. due to an early check-in for the flight back we decided for giggles and grins to see what's on tv at 5am. turns out it's the same as here american infomercials...
and kosmette heard a portugese dj give the correct pronunciation to sting's name of "Stink"