Bye Bye BP


And so it was with very mixed emotions that I left my office last night, for the last time, since we move into new premises on Monday.

We moved into the old ones around about the time that Diana, Princess of Wales died, and I feel as if that was a lifetime ago, so much has happened since then.  In amongst the virtual insanity of shredding 17 years’ worth of paper, I took some pictures of the views which have sustained me during many a long phone call.

Level 5 lobby sign
Level 5 lobby sign
Back of Playhouse and Omni building, Glasshouse rooftop terrace
Back of Playhouse and Omni building, Glasshouse rooftop terrace
Chimneys atop the Playfair terrace in Blenheim Place
Chimneys atop the Playfair terrace in Blenheim Place
Lobby window
Lobby window
BP with Leopold Pace beyond.
BP with Leopold Pace beyond.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What I will miss:-

  • watching cars trying to negotiate the cobbled street in the snow.
  • John Lewis, The Cat’s Miaou and Tattie Shaw’s
  • Greenside Church playgroup kids, and the Fringe performances, fond memories of the woman who ran round the corner screaming at 16:15 on the dot every day for three weeks.  Not so much the bongo drums.
  • watching cars drive down Greenside Row only to find out it’s a dead end, and having to reverse back up the hill.
  • Dofos’ parrots in summer
  • being asked a record three times on one journey, “Excuse please, where is castle?”*
  • the Giraffes

Won’t miss:-

  • walking along Leith Street past that bus queue that sprachles all over the pavement
  • walking past the Omni in winter, on Edinburgh’s most dangerous pavement
  • being asked a record three times on one journey, “Excuse please, where is castle?”
  • being ignored in Taste of Italy
  • trying to travel across town in a hurry (guess that isn’t going to change any time soon).

*Edinburgh needs tourists, hard fact.  It costs nothing to be polite.

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