Hmmm. Perhaps I shouldn't have spent 15 quid having myself flung into orbit over our crumbling East Cliff at today's powerboat spectacular. Well, it cost slightly more than that, if you take into account the three pints of the Gaddfather's finest and the very large sausage that were written off as a consequence.
Nonetheless, the day's been a great success so far. Only a couple of powerboats sank, the waterskiers eventually got the hang of it after going round the wrong buoy a couple of times, and I've seen more tattoos than the Queen ever did in Edinburgh.