<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393</id><updated>2011-07-14T21:37:31.084Z</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Youths Guide to Scottish Boozing</title><subtitle type='html'>Four drunks rambling about their hobby!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beefy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116312391848746133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-108005657517234902</id><published>2004-03-23T15:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-23T15:54:58.340Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ONLY THREE DAYS TO GO!!!!!Thats right folks, only three days until the new Scottish Boozing goes live to the public. In the coming weeks we will be providing you with the comprehensive lowdowns of pubs and clubs as we always do but also be on the lookout for a number of new features that will appear in the near future, these include a picture gallery and the long awaited 'Scottish Boozing - The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/108005657517234902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/108005657517234902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108005657517234902' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116312391848746133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107962124403528753</id><published>2004-03-18T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-18T14:51:02.903Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANOUNCEMENT TO ALL SCOTTISH BOOZING READERSScottish Boozing is currently undergoing a mammoth revamp and will officially relaunch on Friday the 26th of March 2004. The new site is bigger, better, brighter and more comprehensive than before and is sure to be Scotlands premiere internet pub and club guide. Look out for the new interactive features, which I'm sure will keep you amused and in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107962124403528753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107962124403528753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107962124403528753' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116312391848746133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107904707304977259</id><published>2004-03-11T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:57:44.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The HowffABERDEENIt appears that even the greatest of literary geniuses among us suffer from that great and most dreaded of afflictions of all bloggers; writers block. Unthinkable as it may seem, Star was really struggling with this review even though it was only his second assignment for Scottish Boozing, even Drew had managed four, admittedly poor, posts by this time. But did Star battle on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107904707304977259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107904707304977259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107904707304977259' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116312391848746133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107883540348545309</id><published>2004-03-09T12:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:30:01.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LiquidABERDEENI feel an overwhelming duty to right a wrong on Scottish Boozing that should have Beefy, Drew, Dabby and myself hanging our drunken heads in shame. An omission so blatant that I myself feel I should take personal responsibility for, and to prove this I welcome all to ceremonially whip my backside with metre-long rope for this day only to punish my silly, silly, scrotumless self. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107883540348545309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107883540348545309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107883540348545309' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15373714552817501966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107877990533793010</id><published>2004-03-08T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-08T21:21:13.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old BlackfriarsABERDEENDrew's grammatically challenged and politically incorrect contribution for the week!!!Are you a fat lazy bastard? Do you love the fact that Archibald Simpson is right next to the bus stop meaning bugger all walking distance at the start of the night but then get incredibly pissed off when all your mates decide they want to go on a long trek all the way to the upper end</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107877990533793010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107877990533793010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107877990533793010' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116312391848746133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107841024458951785</id><published>2004-03-04T14:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:53:26.343Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scottish Boozing's Scottish BoozersThis is something new for the great pages of Scottish Boozing. Many a time I have been out on the piss in Scotlands vibrant, colourful and often dangerous cities when I have seen a fellow or two who has consumed one too many bevies and is decidedly worse the wear for it. Their highly intoxicated state leads them into spontaneous bouts of unexpected and often </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107841024458951785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107841024458951785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107841024458951785' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116312391848746133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107791522440795348</id><published>2004-02-27T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:08:18.593Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OpiumEDINBURGHIn these dark, dismal days set in bleak and bleary times, a truly good pub is harder to find than a leprechaun's pot of gold. It's not as straight-forward as trundling after a rainbow, for there are so many factors to be accounted for when picking your favoured drinking establishment above all else. Atmosphere, music, furnishing, price / variety of tipples, crowd, opening hours, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107791522440795348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107791522440795348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107791522440795348' title=''/><author><name>Dabby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878722087220900740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107780189044975962</id><published>2004-02-26T13:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T13:27:40.793Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Scottish BoozerWe have a new Scottish Boozer in our midst ladies and gentleman. After many technical hitches the irreverant, irrepressible and irreplaceable Dabby has joined up so he can finally bring us his reviews of his favourite bars and pubs (and perhaps even clubs if he can be arsed). Dabby's unique writing style is well suited to the sardonic nature of Scottish Boozing so we hope </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107780189044975962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107780189044975962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107780189044975962' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116312391848746133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107775231040134152</id><published>2004-02-25T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T13:21:12.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Broadhill BarABERDEENABERDEENABERDEENThe Broadhill Bar will always be special to me. The reason for this is simple; it was the bar in which I purchased my first pint in a pub. This is something of a defining moment in a young man’s life, it is the day when you are introduced to the wonders of draught beer, it is the day when you take the first tentative steps on the short road to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107775231040134152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107775231040134152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107775231040134152' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116312391848746133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107772496494912691</id><published>2004-02-25T16:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T23:55:05.746Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The SchoonerABERDEENDrew wrote this. For any offence taken I accept no responsibility!!A great man by the name of Beefy once said “What can I say about Cul-de-Sac after the sum total of only one solitary visitation of the bar?” A rhetorical question showing how going the only the once was bad enough. My rhetorical question for this place though is what can I say about The Schooner after the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107772496494912691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107772496494912691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107772496494912691' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116312391848746133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107723584642435894</id><published>2004-02-20T00:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T14:16:03.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cul-de-SacABERDEENWhat can I say about Cul-de-Sac after the sum total of only one solitary visitation of the bar? Well that previous statement should say it all, shouldn’t it? All my beliefs, feelings and opinions of said establishment can be encapsulated by that one rhetorical question. I’ve been once! Once and thankfully only once and even that was once too much and I vow to never darken the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107723584642435894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107723584642435894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723584642435894' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116312391848746133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107629026238327540</id><published>2004-02-09T01:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-20T13:43:00.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The BobbinABERDEENLectures can be depressingly boring from time to time don’t you agree? You sit there in an expansive amphitheatre, a bloke with a voice that if ever Feesh and Lee Christie were to procreate, you would imagine the fruit of their loins to sound very similar, blethering some incomprehensible crap down at the front, the clock inexplicably appearing defy the fundamental laws of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107629026238327540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107629026238327540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107629026238327540' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116312391848746133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107618190191568643</id><published>2004-02-07T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-20T13:45:38.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ali Baba'sELLONThis post was written by our gay bar correspondent and connoisseur, Drew.If you were in desperate need of meat like substances, which can be munched at in a way that would make you rather animal like due to your severe over use of alcoholic drinks, then I would have to recommend Belmont Kebab Shop. If you were to ask this to a random on the streets you would be greeted with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107618190191568643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107618190191568643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107618190191568643' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116312391848746133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107547528609973734</id><published>2004-01-30T15:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T14:14:27.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The BelmontABERDEENThere's something almost sexual about a good kebab.Having eaten my weight in kebab meat over the years I feel well informed enough to write a review of what I consider to be the best kebab shop in Aberdeen- the renowned Belmont Kebab shop in Belmont Street. And I don't say that lightly. So let me be your eyes, taste receptors and any other part of your body I can help you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107547528609973734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107547528609973734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107547528609973734' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/alwales/accusation.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107532173495255431</id><published>2004-01-28T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T14:17:23.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The ScotiaABERDEENThis post was written by our resident "rough bar" correspondant, Drew.Everyone has a different reason for visiting a bar or nightclub. For the pretty boys it’s the chance to pull, for the little slapper it could be to take advantage of the pretty boys excitement resulting in a watch being stolen the next day, for some it could be to have a good pint, for the ones who have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107532173495255431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107532173495255431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532173495255431' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02116312391848746133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107514471168467331</id><published>2004-01-26T19:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T14:20:27.983Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scottish Boozing StarsIt appears that I have caused much controversy by deeming it fit that Pivo were to receive only three stars out of five. Much has been made of this decision, many people have complained that Pivo is deserving of more stars than this but I stand by my decision and it is for this reason that I feel I must explain my stance on this contentious issue, not that I should have to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107514471168467331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107514471168467331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107514471168467331' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107499022347181818</id><published>2004-01-25T00:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T14:32:42.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Wonderful World Of The KebabHere at Scottish Boozing we endeavour to bring you up to date, frank and occasionally downright nasty comments about Scotland’s many pubs, clubs and bars so that you, our discerning readership, will know exactly where to visit when out for a night on the razzle. However, are alcohol purveying outlets all that you are looking for on a night out? Is liquid all that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107499022347181818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107499022347181818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107499022347181818' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107395906671369151</id><published>2004-01-13T01:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T14:23:16.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PivoABERDEENLet me ask you all a question: how much are you willing to pay for a game of pool? 30p? 50p even? Well how about Ł1 sterling? “Extortionate!” I hear you all cry, astonished, a note of outrage permeating your unbelieving voice. Well mes amis, this is the price you’ll have to pay if you want to have a game of the old pool at Bar Pivo, ridiculous I know but since the untimely and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107395906671369151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107395906671369151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107395906671369151' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107366468747975900</id><published>2004-01-09T16:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T14:24:24.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fandangos The PositivesELLONNB For the less observant amongst you, this review was in fact written by Drew. As if the spelling doesn't give it away. Our lawyers have advised us to state categorically that Beefy, Star and all related parties had no input into this (facist, we don't know, we haven't read it) "blog" and all loss/damage to moral fortitude is entirely at the readers' own risk. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107366468747975900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107366468747975900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107366468747975900' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107350854834913863</id><published>2004-01-07T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-30T15:55:17.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fandangos (pronounced Fannnnn-dannnnn-goes in your best Peterhead accent) The NegativesELLON (unfortunately)You may think it strange that I am reviewing a purveyor of alcoholic beverages that as yet, and touch wood it stays that way, I have never set foot in. You may be thinking how dare he, this vagabond of a pub critic, ridicule, mock and unceremoniously tear to shreds the merits of someone’</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107350854834913863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107350854834913863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107350854834913863' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107348560777575289</id><published>2004-01-07T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T14:25:38.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prince Of WalesABERDEENNB For the less observant amongst you, this review was in fact written by Drew. As if the spelling doesn't give it away. Our lawyers have advised us to state categorically that Beefy, Star and all related parties had no input into this (facist, we don't know, we haven't read it) "blog" and all loss/damage to moral fortitude is entirely at the readers' own risk. For the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107348560777575289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107348560777575289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107348560777575289' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107332641447210851</id><published>2004-01-05T18:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T14:27:00.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The MooringsABERDEENWhen Robert Louis Stevenson wrote his classic tale “Treasure Island” many of his characters were based on local notables from the Aberdeen area. Long John Silver for example was modelled on a lighthouse keeper from Stonehaven and Jim Hawkins was nothing but a local street urchin. Stevenson however, did not need to scour the far reaches of the Aberdeenshire coastline in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107332641447210851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107332641447210851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107332641447210851' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107306860754678432</id><published>2004-01-02T18:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T14:28:07.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Archibald Simpson'sABERDEENWhere would a saturday night in town begin, I ask you, if it were not for Archibald Simpson's?The question may seem irrelevant in a city that boasts over one hundred alcohol-selling premises, but without the welcoming Archie Simpson's many a good night would be conceived in debacle and furious debate. Without the need for words it is accepted that a night out in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107306860754678432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107306860754678432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107306860754678432' title=''/><author><name>Star</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img9.photobucket.com/albums/v25/alwales/accusation.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189393.post-107171056231226881</id><published>2003-12-18T01:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T14:29:14.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The TolboothELLONHave you ever stopped to wonder, among other less important things like the meaning of life and what exactly that Einstein chap was on about, where we would be if it weren't for the Tolbooth. Well, most likely the Bridge but that's besides the point as over the past few weeks and months The Booth has become our second and in a few isolated cases (i.e. Drew) our first home. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107171056231226881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189393/posts/default/107171056231226881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottishboozing.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107171056231226881' title=''/><author><name>Beefy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
