Every year a blight descends on the city of Edinburgh. Droves of demented Harry Potter lovers swarm upon the city like bespeckled locusts, wielding wands imported straight from Diagon Alley,* craving the taste of the city that unleashed the boy wizard upon an unsuspecting world.
It's not all doom and gloom though. At least they're not ******* Star Wars fans.**
(No offence intended to Harry Potter lovers. Most of them are lovely creative people, I'm just a mean spirited wee ***** bag)
* Or as the rest of us call it The Pound Shop.
** I should know. I'm one of them.