The sounds of the city : Good sleepy morning from a very warm Edinburgh. Last night was one of those where I lay down, immediately couldn’t sleep, so moved to the sofa in the sitting room so as not to disturb the soon to be marathon running Mrs Blogs. I couldn’t sleep there either so I was treated to the sound of late night Scotland. 1.45am – Enormous lorry, I suspect the size of the Emirates Stadium, idles outside the window. 2.24am – A man named Ed is shouting at his friend who is saying ‘Shut up, Ed, ya fuckin’ coooooock’. Ed does not shut up and continues to shout all the way down the road. 2.46am – “TAAAAAAAAXXIIIIIIIII”, shrieks a woman. ‘TAAAAAAAAAAXXIIIIIIIII”. I can hear no cars. I think she’s shrieking to make one appear. 3.17am – A group of lads are singing that Chumbawumba song about getting knocked down and getting up again. I fervently wish that the truck from 1.45am knocks them down because there’s fucking no chance of them getting up. 3.18am – I retract my w...