Murder most foul



Crikey, a rather nasty murder (as if there were jolly nice ones) just a few minutes from my home (it wasn’t me, gentle readers, there were no puncture marks or mysteriously missing blood) in Edinburgh. Right round the corner from the Golden Rule, one of my local pubs which I was in just the other night and also round the corner from my chum Melanie. Nasty.



Yes, I know American readers will be astonished at how amazed we are here in Scotland by murders, even in major cities, but they really aren’t overly common, thankfully.